(We have one spot still open, for the butterfly miraculous. Ask for the link to the discussion, if you would like to join. I'll let everyone decide how and when they get their miraculouses)
As usual, Leadenhall Market was busy, but that was to be expected, on a Saturday afternoon. Vendors selling all sorts of things were at their stands, yelling about the price of their potatoes, or cockles, or whatever else they had on display, and people of all sorts of shapes and sizes were buying from them, or trying to haggle with them. The market was plenty crowded...And the crowds granted more than enough space for a thief to disappear into.
A girl scanned the stands, trying to choose her prey wisely. Molly Denzelby was the eldest of nine siblings, and given that her father didn't make very much money, she was dirt poor. Her father couldn't afford for her to go to school, and he couldn't bear to send her off to work as a maid, like so many other girls Molly's age; no daughter of his would ever end up serving some snub-nosed lord and lady, or so he said. So, with no school, and no work, Molly had decided to become a different kind of breadwinner for the family. With no money, and with her father not making nearly enough money himself to feed them all, Molly had become a master thief, providing for her siblings by stealing anything that wasn't nailed down.
Soon enough, Molly knew exactly where to go. She slipped through to a fruit stand, grabbing some apples while the vendor was distracted with a customer. Next, she weaved her way through to a fish stand, netting a bag of cockles. And then she slipped through to a stand selling baked goods, nabbing a loaf of bread the exact same way that she had the apples. While the vendor wasn't looking--
"Oy! That girl's gone and nicked my bread!"
And just like that, Molly was off like a rocket, shooting away into the crowd. The vendor followed her in hot pursuit.
"Oy! Get back here!"
As usual, Leadenhall Market was busy, but that was to be expected, on a Saturday afternoon. Vendors selling all sorts of things were at their stands, yelling about the price of their potatoes, or cockles, or whatever else they had on display, and people of all sorts of shapes and sizes were buying from them, or trying to haggle with them. The market was plenty crowded...And the crowds granted more than enough space for a thief to disappear into.
A girl scanned the stands, trying to choose her prey wisely. Molly Denzelby was the eldest of nine siblings, and given that her father didn't make very much money, she was dirt poor. Her father couldn't afford for her to go to school, and he couldn't bear to send her off to work as a maid, like so many other girls Molly's age; no daughter of his would ever end up serving some snub-nosed lord and lady, or so he said. So, with no school, and no work, Molly had decided to become a different kind of breadwinner for the family. With no money, and with her father not making nearly enough money himself to feed them all, Molly had become a master thief, providing for her siblings by stealing anything that wasn't nailed down.
Soon enough, Molly knew exactly where to go. She slipped through to a fruit stand, grabbing some apples while the vendor was distracted with a customer. Next, she weaved her way through to a fish stand, netting a bag of cockles. And then she slipped through to a stand selling baked goods, nabbing a loaf of bread the exact same way that she had the apples. While the vendor wasn't looking--
"Oy! That girl's gone and nicked my bread!"
And just like that, Molly was off like a rocket, shooting away into the crowd. The vendor followed her in hot pursuit.
"Oy! Get back here!"