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Ah, how easy it was to manipulate those who do not realized they are being manipulated. Not that he was saying he was manipulating her of course, since even considering the idea would make him subject to a terrible punishment. Standing up he took her hand in firm solid shake, "You have youself a deal Cal." Releasing his hold on her hand he walked past her and began to make his way back into the crowded part of the business district.

However, before completely exiting he said one last thing, "Hopefully I will be long dead before you take rule. You're too nice to those diserving of punishment." This was completely to annoy her and frustrate her; however he had his doubts as to whether or not she really wanted to rule at all. Many orderlies did. They were all worried of the disorder that would take grasp upon the city once Sensibility's kind-hearted daughter took reign. Order was everything, and it appeared as though her daughter didn't have any.

It is amazing how far an apple can fall from a tree and still roll a great distance.

The cruel and orderly Sensibility and then her daughter. Calamity, the kind-hearted, disorderly princess. Honestly, Onemi already knew that after he found his parent's murderer he would be long gone. Not necessarily because he disliked his job but rather because he wanted to find that fae's family and murder them before his eyes. See how he would like that. Revenge certainly drives many to preferm strange tasks.

Of course, all that would have to wait until he had led eighty-nine fae to their demise. The Niveus girl, should she be fae, and most likely was, would be his eighty-sixth. However first he would want to challenge her to a rematch; he never did like losing and that hadn't changed in the last ten minutes. He wouldn't say he was a sore loser persay; after all he never lost. More like a sore winner. This 'human' had damaged his pride and no one gets away with doing such things.

Continuing on his way he slowly began to disappear into the crowd of people, making his way to the second district. Where he resided. To anyone looking back on the scene they would notice that by the fallen oak laid a large pile of golden coins, a poor person's paradise.


Sae on the other hand was preforming a much more exciting task. The theif that she had took off after had noticed he was being followed and had began to run. He too was also very skilled at the weaving game. He was also very good at the hiding game. However, this was not the first time Sae chased down a thief; that is not to say she does this on a regular basis only on some occasions. This simply meant she was good at keeping up and finding the man.

However, she did have her occasional issues. As is evident from the one she had just gotten herself in. In her chase she did not notice a baker walking in front of her and ran right into him. This of course knocked him and the flour he was carrying over. Niveus also took a seat on the dirt too. This earned her dirtied hair, a scrape on both her elbows, a cut and bruise on both knees and a 'rug burn' riding up her calf. 'Well that certainly hurt,' she thought. Though the worse had yet to come.

"You little klutz of a fae. I just bought these bags of flour and now they're useless. Perhaps I should make you a servant in my home so you can pay me back." the rather large and kind of fat baker yelled as he began to stand up.

"Err...I am really sorry sir. I was in persuit of a thief and he is getting away..." getting up and taking off she yelled back, "I will most definately pay you back tomorrow! So sorry!"

The baker of course did not respond well to that promise, "Get back here! This is as good as stealing! I'm not stupid I know fae don't have this kind of mon-"

"Excuse me sir", a teenage boy said stepping out of the shop. He appeared to be about the same age as Sae and had curly blonde locks cut short, "That was the daughter of the Cruor family. She is well known in some parts because of her white hair but human background."

"Yeah! And what gives you the right to speak to me on a whim, eh? What do you know about her?"

"Me? I am her fiance'. She just doesn't realize it yet. My name, sir, is Fils de Fleur." The boy said standing tall and above the short and stubby baker.

"Fleur..." the baker said to himself for a moment before his eyes widened, "Oh, so sorry sir. I did not mean to be rude. I-" the baker was cut short by a bag of silver coins thrown his way. "Eh?"

"That should pay for your lossess, good day sir." With those words Fils left, not really in a recognizable direction, just a direction.

Sae however, was still in hot pursuit of the theif. She had found him once more and was once again on his trail; for a while she thought she would catch up to him but someone or something always got in her way. When that happened a word or two unbefitting of a young lady in her position would escape her lips and she would have to take a detour of some sort. Somehow however, she always found him again. Obviously, someone up there was on her side.

Finally she could almost reach out and touch the theif but once again someone, not paying attention, stepped out in front of her. Frustration took grip of her mind and she decided to do something very unlady like. With a grunt she leaped into the air and grabbed the man in front of her. Pushing herself up with her arms and momentum she managed to get over the person in front of her. Then in a desperate attempt to catch her prey she pushed on the back of her 'obstical' and plunged herself forward. All three creatures involved in this action were on the ground. The unfortunate victim of her annoyance lay face down on the street while she was laying atop the theif whom was also face down on the ground. Reaching out for the hand with the apple she plucked it from his grip before saying, "You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you." Then she stood up and prepared to leave.

Man was she tired.