Festival time was a wonderful time. There was a feeling of magic in the streets with all the jugglers, jongleurs, musicians, acrobats, food and people everywhere. It was an exciting and profitable week for everybody who worked the streets.
Mazy flitted between the well dressed people wandering the streets of Losaese her fast hands darting into pockets and purses. A tiny sprite with and angelic look Mazy moved fast. Her well heeled victims not aware they had their pockets picked.
Mazy darted around the corner, filching a sweet bun on her way passed the baker’s stall. Stuffing the bun into her mouth she signalled and entered the Temple of the Light Fingered God. She sped up to the altar and started pulling out her loot from her morning in the streets. From her pockets she piled onto the altar coins, lace handkerchiefs, watches, rings and other baubles. In the midst of dispersing herself of her nefariously gotten gains she was suddenly plucked up by a hand grasping her throat.
“Got you now thief” came a snarling voice from behind her.
Choking she floundered and she swung in the air.
“Stop, stop, put her down” The Light Fingered God’s senior priest cried as he bustled forward. “How dare you manhandle our acolyte”
Mazy was swung around by the hand at her throat. In her head she pleaded with her god as air became a memory. She heard her god chuckle inside her head. Then his voice rolled through her.
“An unusual thief it is who steals air”
With sudden violence she landed on the stone floor. Pushing her hair out of her face she looked up at the very large, very broad barbarian.
“I ain’t no thief” he growled “I just want back what’s mine.”
Suddenly Mazy felt her god enter her and his voice came from her mouth.
“What is a thief, but he who takes that which belongs to another? Can you swear you have never taken anything that belongs to another?”
The barbarian growled “Just gimme back what belongs to me”
All the items Mazy had place on the altar rose into the air and were turned over by invisible hands. Out of the grouping of items a round sphere separated. The barbarian sprang forward to grab the sphere; as he reached out it disappeared.
“That belongs to me. You give it back you bastard god.”
Once again her god used her voice. “I think you are mistaken, this does not belong to you, but you do belong to me my thief of air and thief of life.” At these word the barbarian rose into the air pulled up by an invisible hand and in a flash of light disappeared.
Mazy got to her feet, dusted off her dress, looked at the senior priest “I guess we will have some training to do when he is returned to us” she said.
The priest nodded, turned back to the altar tidied up the scattered loot. “So do you feel up to going back out again today” he asked.
