A wedding Invitation

The slight creature known as Kira Smalt hurried from the docks with a smile on her lips. She would slip into a side street, moving surprisingly well for a nearly seven month pregnant woman, and her fingers would find the nearest boy haunched in the street.

"Oi! What's the matter wit' you?!" the urchin screeched up at the bird like woman who straightened once in the street once more.

"I've got a job for you. I'll pay well," The fae like girl grinned, rolling onto her tip toes. She held a satchel under one arm, bulging with what was within.

"Alright I'll do it," The boy held out his hands. "You deliver these to every person in Eldarus, find every one. When you're done you come down to the docks, find Renton's ship and I'll pay you." The woman said, handing the boy the satchel. Within were invitation to a wedding on the beach. The boy would turn promptly then and run off, handing one of the pieces of paper to any person he saw.

A dark cloaked figure makes it's way through the middle of the market place, swaying as it took it's slow pace down the cobbled streets. It seemed to mutter to itself as it continued down the barely lit streets of the Market, the last rays of the setting sun barely hitting the creatures cloak. A boy suddenly slams into the tall creature, falling down to his rear and looking up. A pair of long spider like fingers extend with a pair of arms up towards the creatures hood, tugging it away. A mane of black hair tumbles down over handsome features, piercing blue eyes staring down at the boy.

The man smiles kindly and squats down, picking the boy up by the back of his shirt and setting him on his feet, brushing dust off of him.

"You should really watch where you're going, or you're liable to get hurt. . . Here, go get something to eat."

He presses a gold coin into the boy's hand, who smiles excitedly

"Gee, thanks mister!" He start's to run off towards the tavern

"Boy! I think you've forgotten something. . . " The man points towards the stack of invitations

"Oh right. . . Here ya go, Mister!" The boy hands him one and takes off for the tavern

Mika pulls out a strangely shaped piece of metal, similar to goggles in that they go over the eyes, but they are far too wiry, and the glass was strangely shaped as well. He places them over his eyes and begins to read the invitation. After a few moments he sighs, placing the invitation and glasses in his shirt. He takes a deep breath. . .

'GODS BE DAMNED KIRA!!!"

A flock of birds from the forest fly off in fright, and man townspeople stop to stare at them man who just cursed the woman who was to be married. Mika turns on his boot and starts to march off towards the closed forge, his eyes burning with anger.

". . . I hate cleaning for guests. . ."