<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/%5E0F8DB8EF0ABA58288E2BF177AE1807F9D5648E9E7743370419%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>The arctic Fox, for that is what she had begun calling herself, scanned the streets nervously as they entered the city. The canals were coming up and she needed to see them, make herself see the opportunities that they offered. A year since she had been on the streets, a year, and here she was, back. She needed to get back to thinking of how everything could be used for gain, or loss avoided. They needed shelter and their money was running low, a week here and they would not be able to afford meals and a roof. “Sorry to take you from the luxury of the House. We said we would stick together, but…” The words trailed off, she had begun to understand the luxury that her sister had been part of for the past several years. That would have been hard for her to leave she knew. “Hey, you have any ideas how to make some cash? We are going to be dry soon.”<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/%5E846E518B1481611CD008024DF9F2F1C7B2480FC20110854ECB%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Winter Fire squared her shoulders and rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, lap of luxury, the first six months after dad sold me to them they were trying to prepare me as an incredibly expensive concubine. After I proved not so tractable, they sent me to war, or at least war school. Now that didn't get me out of deportment lessons, etiquette, and the don't shame us classes. Plenty to eat, as long as I knew who to coddle, who to bow to, and who to lord it over. And jack-slapping a nose-in-the-air scion of a patrician house for his snide comment, well, just not done. That will earn you a hungry night or three. Oh yeah, I rested with my head in the lap of luxury, as long as I licked her right and proper and kept her cumming I had it made. As long as I begged like the little gutter rat they all seemed to think of us. I tell ya sis, I did not have it made. Talk about mixed messages, I was a first class citizen, but not House born, Uppity as I should be, but under every other who had taken the Second-breath." The fiery red-head flicked her long locks over her shoulder exposing the greatsword resting with ease there. "Work, all I can tell you. I am not lying down for my dinner here, after being offered up in Juche for House wages. I wouldn't settle for what they offered. It won't happen here."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/%5E7F4039965402B00CFDC24A6D9512741DAA814603DBA4BBD4A3%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>"As skilled as your tongue is, I would have thought you would have never gone hungry." Fox teased. The lithe little archer dodged a half-hearted cuff from her sister. She adjusted the cheap little selfbow she carried, she much preferred the Wyvernbow, but that was easily identifiable, too distinct. They needed to blend in, it would stay elsewhere for now. She even had the wyvernskin quiver wrapped in a gunny sack. The two moved forward, taking to the new terrain with a little trepidation over the unstable terrain moving boat-to-boat as they viewed the wonders of the market. The cute things they had noticed was the well they weren't exactly street women, more river-women? They would gain their client, untie from the floatilla that was the market, paddle around the river, their pimp rowing their covered craft, the sounds rising from the boat advertising for her next fare, then return to "tie up" again. Fox watched as a few floated along the slow and rocking current.<br/>