Maelie leaned against a tree, she had just changed out of her Fox gear, stashed it all into the luggage and put on some unremarkable travelling clothes. She re-inventoried her bags and was almost ready to head out, but as she took a few breaths, her racing heart finally calming from the adrenaline rush of the heist, her mind wandered just enough to take it all in.
“I did it.”
She said the words in soft elven at first, but then she smiled brightly and jumped into the air raising a fist.
“I DID IT!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!!”
She gave a shout of joy and then started laughing almost maniacally. She held her sides, laughing until she cried. After a few minutes she wiped her face with her sleeve.
“Did you see that? Uncle Mika? The first one, maybe I was lucky, but that one… that one, I really did that.” She leaned back against the tree again.
“Did you see that Aunt Kallie?” She asked softly again, looking up at the cloudy winter sky. “I’m doing okay on my own. I’ll be fine.”
She stared down at the luggage with the two paintings she’d just stolen by outwitting a small squad of Rooks and hired adventurers. Magic, skill, guile, and charm. All things she’d learned from her adopted family. All things that she felt she’d been born to do.
“Did you see that mother?” She says quietly and harshly, the way someone utters a threat. “I’m nothing like you and I never will be.”
With one last wicked grin she grabbed her things and headed back towards Novandria.