"Yes. First, we hit the pub. All the drunk sky pirates are there. They're the easiest to steal from." Grace walked off of the ship and avoided the smiles and tipping hats of the oblivious city-goers. They didn't even know that the Winged Ones were right under their noses. She walked over to the pub calmly and opened the door. She walked in and approached a young looking sky pirate. She saw his wallet in one of his pants coats. She reached in gently and placed a firm grip on it. To keep suspicions from rising, she took a seat beside him on the barstool. She couldn't tell if he was drunk or not.

((The guy that she's stealing from is Edel. Thought that would make some characters interract, fists fly.))

Shay nodded and followed Grace.  She sat down beside her.  Behind her, she heard a 'Here you go' and the rustling of a bag. Chips.  Yum. She hadn't had chips in a long time.  Then she heard a slurred 'Thank you mister pubbie.. haha... eh..'  A drunk guy. Well.  While the drunk one walked over to his drunk friend, Shay quickly snipped the chips from the guy and stuffed them into her jacket.  She opened it a crack and ate a chip.  Mmm..

(Ooooh. Edel won't be happy about that at all... )

Grace pulled her hand away from his coat pocket. She had backup plans. That's what the pocket knife in her backpack was for. If he made any sudden moves, she would run and fly. "I guess you will need your wallet for that." She would take advantage of him while she could. Free stuff-payed for stuff was hard to come by. And people with wings didn't get special discounts. Grace's grey eyes examined his face, looking for a sign of hostility. He seemed innocent enough, not very likely to pull a gun on her.

A loud squeak came from her backpack. Lone had found his squeaky toy. Grace readjusted her wings under her jacket, bumping Lone with the edge of her right wing. A signal for him to shut up.

She took the wallet from her pocket and placed it into his hand. Her face didn't show any signs of her being worried.

"It's on me then," Edel nodded, pulling out coins from the leather-bound wallet and and then sheepishly setting the wallet inside his jacket pocket, where he could better monitor it from pick-pocketers. Although, he wasn't one to talk. 

"So," he began. "I see you two have been on my ship." He arched both brows this time. "Don't be surprised--I've traveled on the Pegasus way too long. I sense when people come and go...and right now, there seems to be another person on that ship. Another friend of yours perhaps?" Edel stood up from his stool, nodding a farewell to the bartender, who only winked at him. "At any rate, I shall be checking who is lounging in my ship before anything gets stolen again." He eyed the girls warily, putting emphasis on his last word. What was the world coming to these days when a decent pirate can't dock his ship without people invading it?

Opening the Pub's door, he looked back. "Come along if you like--your friend on the ship right now may need it." His eyes smoldered mischievously. He whipped his hand into the air, writing odd symbols that seemed to almost glow. In a flash, they vanished, and outside of the city, the Pegasus initiated 'lock-down' mode. A field of aerial magic appeared, creating a barrier around the ship that prevented things from coming in or out unless they wanted to be buffeted by murderous winds. 

((Everyone's getting on his ship.. XD;; Poor Edel.  )) 

Shay took another chip, then another, and another.  She muched on them happily.  She nudged Grace as Edel left.  "Hey, I got some chips!" she said, and offered one.  "And... should we follow the guy..? I'd say 'no', but it sounds interesting..?"  After thinking about it, Shay knew that if they followed the guy they would risk being captured. Or found out.  Or killed, even.

But if they went with him, they'd see the stowaway.  They'd get to know him.  They'd have some adventure.  But they could get killed.  Death or Adventure?  That was the question.  Shaking her head, Shay couldn't decide.  So she patiently waited for Grace's answer, so she would answer the question for her, in a way.  She kept eating the chips secretly.

"I'm following him. Do what you want." Grace got up from her chair and her wings started aching. She had managed to steal a few things, such as a candy bar, but she didn't get anywhere near what she wanted. She wanted Edel's wallet. She walked out of the pub and out into the streets.

Soon, she reached the Pegasus. Long before Edel did. She could see the dark outline of a winged one. She could tell that she was a winged one by the way that the air looked around her. The air looked vibrant, full of energy. Grace pulled out Lone and walked towards the Pegasus. Then, it was almost as if she hit a brick wall. She busted back and scratched her wings. "Dang aerial magic." She pulled out two daggers that were tucked near her waistline and sliced at the invisible wall. Seems that nothing but the ship's captain could break through these walls.

Then, she began wondering how Edel knew that she had snuck onto his ship. How she was stealing supplies. She also wondered if he was... Bah forget it. She wiped that thought from her mind. She scratched Lone's head while deep in thought.

"Aerial magic is quite handy against thieves, yes?" He joked amiably to the girl.

Edel walked briskly into the fog and snapped his fingers. A quiet whoosh echoed and bounced of the mountains surrounding the harbor. The barrier shattered but the fog still remained. He boarded the ship and into the deck, looking behind him at the two girls who decided to follow him after all. He walked near the bridge, whistling a soft, melodic tune. The fog slowly inched out into the sea and vanished. His eyes zoned in at the girl who stood with her back against the wall and held a shotgun.

His lips twisted into wry amusement. "I'm being kept from my own ship?" With a sigh, he put his hands up into the air, as if in surrender. "No fighting please. I'm not interested in having blood spilled right when I just got this place clean." The air hummed. Again, he could feel the air differently around the new girl--the same feeling the other two had. It was as if the air were alive and stirring when nothing was moving. "Honestly, just what are you people? Pirates? Though you three certainly don't look the part. And I really haven't met any girls who interested in adventuring either, or sneaking into pirate ships, or stealing." 

Shay peeped at the other person.  The air hummed around her.  Hm... Who was she?  The guy at the pub had called her a 'friend', but that girl was definetly not somebody Shay knew.  She looked at the captain of the ship she had found Grace on.   Who was he?  And why surrender? Confront the other girl, gosh! You're acting like such a wimp!  What do you look like to other people, huh? I can tell you - A CHICKEN! she thought.  Then, Shay wondered about Grace's comment.  'We aren't like other girls,' she had said.  That was true.  Not just like with the wings.. But with personalities.

Shay wasn't technically an ordinary girl, besides wings.  She loved adventure.  She was curious and daring.  And she would do what she had to to survive.  Even kill someone if she needed to.  She could be crafty with a sword.  But it was time to focus on reality.