40th of Spring, 511 AV
The street Eleanor was walking on was dark and soggy. The packed dirt was quickly turning into mud beneath a persistent drizzle. With each step moisture wormed its way into the holes in Eleanor’s boots, leaving the unpleasant sensation of damp, sticky toes behind. Each step she took was announced by a fanfare of squelching and sucking noises as she lifted her feet from the muck.
With a flick of her head Eleanor attempted to brush back the wet bangs that hung before her eyes. Instead her auburn hair merely plastered itself against her forehead, refusing to be moved by any amount of head shaking. As she peeled her bangs back and tucked them behind her ear the young woman shivered. It was early in the morning, and the Syna’s warmth had been overcome by the night’s rainy gloom. Very few people would have felt inclined to take a moonlight stroll tonight. Part of that might have been because the moon was obscured by several layers of water laden clouds. This was exactly why Eleanor was trudging down the street in her current sodden condition. The rain wasn’t falling hard, there was no actual reason not to be out other than personal comfort and, most importantly, it was very difficult to get caught doing something you shouldn’t if there was no one around to see you.
With this in mind Eleanor sidled up to a middle class house and peered into the window. The sharp angles of a long wooden table could almost be distinguished in the dark. Doesn’t look like a bedroom, that’s good enough for me. The thief rammed a wedge between the window frame and sill. Using a small hammer she quietly tapped at the worn down top of the wedge, driving it further between the old wood of the window until she could slip a finger into the crack.
It was a simple latch, but a difficult angle to work from. Eleanor was forced to remove her padded glove in order to slide her hand further into the opening. She held the fingerless glove in her teeth as she twisted her hand around, scowling as a splinter pierced her skin. With a final flick of her index finger the small latch fell off its perch and the window lifted open easily.
Eleanor stood on the wooden floor of a dining room, her dirty clothes leaving small puddles of rainwater pooling in the shadows. With a shake of her head droplets of water settled on almost every surface, and the girl began to walk around silently, appraising her surroundings.
OOCCid, she’ll be out in a moment if you want to find her in the street, okay? Just thought the post was getting a bit long.