Snippet #1479373

Ilanna was sitting on the floor of the grand ballroom with a piece of expensive cloth laid before her. She was doing honest work this day. She had expensive paints near her and she very carefully, very slowly, painted one of the many tapestries that would be a backdrop to the grand ball. Her long hair was braided and under her shirt, to stay out of the way of her eyes and her hand painted gracefully like a dancer on ice.
She had been up before dawn. She was a thief and a spy, but she took great pride in her work as an artisan as well, she was one of the best in the land, or at least to herself she was. Her clothes hugged her body, not the clothes of a modest woman, but when painting, dresses and blouses just got in the way. She was alone in the ballroom, and loved the fact she had free access to come and go here as she pleased, she could use it as an alibi if she found a mark, but she hadn’t found a really good one yet.
She hummed softly to herself, a gypsy playful tune, as she painted, lost in the moment for now. The sun shined on her hair, displaying all the colors and highlights of her hair, turning her pale face a light gold. She heard the fanfare outside and grew curious and got up. She looked out the window just before the strange new man went inside. She may have been a thief, but as she looked at the strange man and the two women behind him, she knew he would be more trouble then fun as a mark.
She sighed, she would make some good money doing this job, but it wasn’t money that greased her gears, she wanted adventure and fun, and while being an artisan and musician paid well, it was soooo boring. She sat back down in front on the cloth. It was huge and she only just begun, she had a long way to go so she wouldn’t only have few hours inbetween work and sleep to snoop.