Walking closer to the thief, my foot caught on an uneven crystal tile. The world whirled before me as I plummeted face-first towards the cold, hard floor. My heart raced - was this a fortuitous accident or a mistake?
I heard a startled gasp. The thief, who'd been engrossed in an ancient-looking scroll, shot a surprised glance in my direction. As I lay sprawled, I peeked from one eye, trying to gauge her reaction. Would she be dismissive or concerned?
"Hey, are you alright?" A voice, soft with a hint of nervousness, reached my ears. The rhythmic tapping of her boots grew louder as she approached.
Suppressing a smirk, despite my throbbing, bleeding nose, I felt a gentle hand assist me to sit up. The thief was disarmingly beautiful up close. Pale green hair, tied back in a simple ponytail, framed a delicate face with warm brown eyes, surprisingly similar to my own.
