<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9B8qshK.png)</div>Delphine was a gangly creature, by all rights the folk of the city did not expect her to be much to look at. But it mattered not to the girl, who had grown on sterner stuff than romantic tales and fine gowns. Able to lift a sword long before she was longer than it's blade, she'd never been one to spend much time at all contemplating the inconsequentials of life. Was it her fault that as a woman in such a society as theirs, there happened to be so many? A free spirit by any definition, Delphine had instead plowed straight ahead into a life of adventure and mischief without a care as to how it might make her appear...or how dangerous it might be.<br/><br/>It would be no different that day or any other day before or after it. Traveling in the morning into the heart of the city, she'd watched from her place upon the fountain's wall as pick pockets wove their way around the square and one by one, relieved ladies and lords alike of their much too heavy purse. They were children, some years younger than she, and so she did not alert the guards nor make any move to stop them. Orphans needed to eat. It was a thief of a different sort she was after, and it was late in the afternoon when her quarry arrived. A young man and his entourage, all dressed as the fully grown street urchins they were, parading through the market and across the square as though they owned the place...while of course collecting 'rent' from the unsuspecting who occupied the space.<br/><br/>Hopping from her vantage point, Delphine meandered her way toward the boys, watching and yet not. Eyes cast downward, she passed behind the last of the young men and with a small knife from her belt, cut the purse from his own belt without so much as a jingle of coin. He would be most cross when he found out who'd stolen from him, but that would be a bit of fun in it's own right. So, with a full purse, she made her way back to her fathers forge, grinning from ear to ear. She was halfway down the street toward home when she realized the familiar chime of her father's hammer against his anvil was silent. Brow furrowed, she quickened her pace, hoping as she passed through the doorway, he wouldn't be angry at her tardiness in returning home.<br/><br/>"Father?" she called out as she entered, dropping the coin purse behind a jar for later(best he didn't know what she'd been up to).<br/><br/>"I know I'm late, but I'll see to supper right away. I'll have soup on in the hour."