An old story, written a very long time ago. Published for the Repository, so that I can collect all the old writing in one place.
You can read Part 2 here.
They rode out of town early the next morning. The sun had only just started to show its face, and Rain was so tired that she couldn’t be bothered to keep her distance from Ereptus, but shamelessly used his back as a pillow, and almost fell asleep leaning against it. For once they rode in companionable silence, and Rain felt more at ease than she had during her whole life. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but for some reason she trusted Ereptus.
“Tell me about your life,” she suddenly blurted out.
“What?” Ereptus seemed surprised.
“Tell me about your life,” she repeated. “Why did you become a thief?”
Ereptus seemed uncomfortable with the subject. “It wasn’t a choice really, it was the only way to survive.”
That surprised her. “Why?” she asked.
“Like you I once lived on the streets,” he told her. “Well, I still do in a way. Only now I steal enough to rent a room for the night most of the time.”
“And to buy fancy clothes,” Rain pointed out, tugging lightly on his fine tunic. “I never would have guessed from the way you dress that you don’t have a home.”
“That’s the point,” Ereptus confessed. “Dressed like I am, I can easily get into the nicer inns and talk to the wealthy people. That’s the way to make easy money. I don’t steal enough to save up, just to live a comfortable life.”
“That sounds nice,” Rain sighed.
“You’re not going to end up like me!” Ereptus snapped, which made her almost jump right off the horse. Peeves peeked out of her tunic, hissing and growling at Ereptus.