I've been eyeing pretty demitasse for so long... Def res!!
Demitasse → Eddie (Edward Dingledine) /M/ || Cinnamon → Marie (Maria Claire Adley) /F/
~Marie: Age: 14
~Eddie: Age: 17"Hey!"
Lunarus. The district of work and trading. It's quite a pretty district, and it also served as my home for quite some time. The marketplace there was usually quiet and peaceful. I always liked it there, going from booth to booth, looking at all the things I could buy and all the exotic things I only wished to just stare at from a distance.
"Watch it, kid!"
I knew plenty of kalons there since me and my mother went there quite often.
This place is more like a traditional flea market, which is why I loved it. It had a sort of... medieval feel to it, if you know what I mean.
"Oi! Come back here, ya thief!"
As I was walking through the rows of booths, I heard kalons shouting angrily behind me not far from where I was. I stopped for a second as I became curious, so I turned around to see what the commotion might be; it was rare that someone called someone a thief in this market, so I felt like I had to know. This couldn't just be some prank between the seller, could it?
Just as I turned around, I was hit and knocked off my feet by something my size, but... puffier. For a moment, I was dizzy and unable to make out who or what knocked me down, but I felt its soft fur all over me, so I knew it was still there. But it also came with a horrible stench!
I heard something being said, but in that moment of dizziness, I couldn't make it out. It was another kalon, it turned out. But deary me, he was so... so soft... Like freshly washed, soft blankets... but still stinky.
Quickly coming to my senses with the help of the smell, I looked up. I saw two bright grass green eyes open wide for a moment, then narrow into a look that was like how a mischievous child looks at his friend before doing something reckless, but fun.
In a flash, he was up and running again, not caring to help me up. How rude, I thought.
I heard some salesmen shout "There he is!" as they were probably pushing past the crowd.
"Sorry, ma'am!" I heard the kit shout before he was gone for good.
How strange.
Were those potatoes in his paws?My mother wasn't with me then so there was no one there to tell me not to go and follow the kit.
Perfect. Mr. Potato Thief, prepare to get caught by the greatest detective of all: Detective Miss Marie Claire!After just barely managing to avoid being seen by the salesmen, I managed to catch the kit's scent again. Or, more like smell... Ew.
I followed it and soon, I found him crouching in an alley behind a large wooden box, munching on one of his stolen potatoes.
"Aha! Gotcha!" I exclaimed proudly, "No one can escape the great Detective Miss Mar-"
"Shhhh!"
His paw was on my mouth, preventing me from saying anything more.
"They're gon' hear ya!" he whispered. "What the heck are ya doin' 'ere anyway, miss?" - a smile slowly made its way onto his face - "Such a fine being shouldn't be meddlin' with urchins like my humble, hex'd self."
Despite smelling like a raccoon that just crawled out of the deepest, smelliest trashcan in the world, he seemed quite polite. The smug smile lazily sat on his face as he took a bite of his potato, waiting for me to answer.
"Well..."- said I, now with a lower voice. I really wasn't prepared for this. -"Well, you stole things, for one! And- "- Gosh, I felt so awkward! -"And you bumped into me! Nobody bumps into Detective Miss Marie Claire, I say! And now, sir, you are going to pay!"
To be honest, I have never before, or after, seen someone so shocked before bursting into loud laughter. Deary me, I must've been as red as a fuming cherry! I was angry and embarrassed, sure, but... at the same time, when he stopped laughing, I saw something in his eyes that made me forget slightly about his "crimes". Sadness, was it? Bittersweet, maybe?
"Phew, someone's readin' a bit too much crime books, eh?"- he giggled once he finally calmed down, -"T's been so long since I've had this good of a laugh!"
I didn't understand what he meant back then. I thought it was simply because he was just a poor urchin. Oh, how wrong I was.
His next words were the ones though that made me go looking for him again and again:
"He's here! This way!"
"Scrap!"- hissed he as we both heard the now approaching salesmen, -"T'was a pleasure, really, to meet you, Detective Miss... Marie... Claire(?), but I'm afraid I gotta go now. I hope this here cursed child will meet you, lady of purity again sometime!"
I shot him a confused look. "What book is this from? I don't recognize the quote..."
"No book, miss, just a nosy, poetry-loving big brother. Helps me with this kinda stuff, haha."- said he as he winked, -"See ya, miss!"
And with that, he dashed away, just managing to avoid getting seen by his chasers.
The next morning, a slip of paper awaited me in my window. On it was scribbled text which read:
A fine evening it was, right, Detective? If you'd like to take another try at catching me, meet me at Hickory Hill, when the Sun's rays are barely showing above the top of Misty Mountain.
~Eh. D.As soon as I finished reading, I knew what I was going to do that evening. But first, I needed to find out what he meant by Hickory Hill...
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