Snippet #1994093

Saphire had taken her leave of the Dalus, reveling in the thought of wandering the city and seeing what there was to see. Her mind kept going over the vague details of the mission, wondering what it was exactly that the Captain was after. Whatever it was, she knew she was going to stick with him no matter what. The thief walked down the street, her eyes wandering the shops and her swift fingers pocketing little goods along the way. She saw several little statues that might interest Zorya, those she tucked away as a later gift for the Nerebusian. Other trinkets and odds and ends she thought would be wonderful for Monty, he had a way with bolts and screws. Besides, they might need them for repairs to the Dalus.

Finally her eyes set upon an unimaginably pricey gift. Something she knew she couldn't afford, but her fingers would buy nonetheless. All the while her mind on what her Captain would think of it. Saphire enjoyed getting things for her comrades, but as she stood there staring at the simple silver ring except for a small swirling design over it, she realized something. Her Captain was always on her mind. He was the subject of most, if not all, of her thoughts. Where would she be without him? Probably in a prison, rotting away. Or, perhaps even dead having pick-pocketed someone who was a ruthless pirate, the complete opposite of Luke. Saphire would die for him. The realization of her feelings, how much more than just a Captain he was to her hit hard. Her heart clenched slightly and her fingers trembled as she slowly slid the ring into her hand.

"Miss?" The voice startled her as she held the ring. Quickly, she plastered a bright smile on her face. She moved the ring around in her hand before she slowly reached out to replace it. "Would you like it?" The older man asked her softly, he smiled at her. Saphire's eyes dropped to the ring again.

"I would, but I'm afraid I don't think I'll have enough to pay for it."

"Ah," he said in reply. Pushing his glasses up against his face, he reached over and took the ring in his dark tanned skin, "Ah, yes. This is nice," he moved the thick banded ring so it caught the sunlight, "Thirty credits."

Saphire's mind drew a blank. Thirty credits... only? What... she noted the wry smile on the old man's face. Then she too smile and offered him the small amount. He took it and handed her the ring. The thief felt an even greater bond to the ring than she had before. Wether it was because she had actually bought the item or not, she wasn't sure. Either way, she was excited about giving it to Luke.

She finished her self-guided tour of the city and made her way back to the Dalus. All the while wondering what the Captain would think of the ring that she kept fingering in her pocket.