Inagua snuggled closer to her siblings, loath to leave her warm nest, no
matter how neccesary it was.   They all needed new winter clothes and for
that they needed money.  That meant she had to get up and go meet the local
thieves.  It was only polite really. 

Inagua usually did it first thing, but she'd been hungry and so she had
robbed a victim, who unfortunately happened to be Malinia.  V'dar had
hustled her over to the warren and she had been too lazy to go out since.

Sighing, Inagua dissentangled herself from the twins and the blankets with
no fear of waking them up.  Yechur and Yelia both slept like rocks, they
didn't wake up until they were ready to wake up.  Or you threw cold water
over them and smacked them a couple times.

Stealing herself for the shock of the cold floor, Inagua lept from the bed
towards her clothes.  She landed lightly about half way to her goal. She
started dancing and hopping towards the pie of rags, trying to defy gravity
and limiting her contact with the floor.

It was a challenge getting dressed, but some how Inagua managed.  Not that
she was much warmer, but at least she was decent.  Inagua walked over to the
mirror and surveyed herself, looking for flaws in her appearance.  She found
one immediately, she was too clean.  A bit of soot from the fireplace cured
that problem, and a ratty knit cap finished of the ensemble.  She was now
Inaig, the beggar boy and thief.

Inaig built up the dying fire and looked around, making sure everything was
all right.  Absently, he picked up the picture Yechur had finished last
night and looked at it.  There was no possible way that face could ever pass
for a boy, yet it did.  Funny what a little dirt could hide.

He set the picture down and left for work, quietly shutting the door behind him.

NRPG: Just a little something to fill the time.

Submitted by Bridget Olson
Dyanisa/Sienra *Daere*
Inagua/Myacura *Geode*