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[i][h2][color=chocolate]Frankie[/color][/h2][/i][/center]

Frankie licked her fingers, tossing the empty paper bag in a trashcan as she walked down the sidewalk. The rain had let up, and the umbrella hung from her slender wrist. Over the past fifteen minutes she'd made her way through the city, turning around corners on a whim, taking in the sights and sounds of Yeojin. Her fingers went up to her necklace, an iron chain with a large white pearl dangling from it. She toyed with the pearl in her fingers, warm and smooth. It was an active metropolis, diverse though still segregated it seemed -- though that wasn't noteworthy. Frankie was apparently in one of the older commercial districts. The population here seemed to be almost entirely human, though she'd passed a dwarf who'd looked terribly out of place. She was on an emptier street now, free of the people that seemed to litter everywhere else in this city. Frankie looked through the windows of brightly lit shops as she meandered, for now content to --

She froze. Her eyes locked on to a familiar symbol: a circular crest of a butterfly, wings outstretched. Above it was an inclomplete circle, representing the moon. Frankie stepped to the shop window, fingers grazing the glass. The crest was gleaming brass, old but clearly cared for. It adorned the hilt of a tanto in a simple black lacquered sheath wih a red tie. 

Frankie hadn't seen that crest since...

[i]Well.[/i] 

Th corner of her mouth quirked up, her eyes bright. Steping back, Frankie looked up at the shop's sign. [i]Sparrow's Antiques.[/i] The window was cluttered with various other bobbles, a music box, a terrifying porcelain doll, shining jewelry... but Frankie only had eyes for the dagger, tucked to the side. 

The light was still on in the shop. A stooped old man was inside, cleaning up for the night and counting his money. Frankie moved to the door. Finding it locked, she started knocking. The man looked up and made a disgruntled expression. He waved her away before turning back to his money.

Frankie's eyes narrowed. She started knocking again, the sound inside the shop louder and more incessant than it'd been before. The man's eyes snapped up to her, looking affronted. 

Frankie smiled sweetly. She pointed down at the doorknob.

The man gave a great heaving sigh and rolled his eyes. Placing his money back below the counter, shuffled through the shop towards the door. Frankie's smile grew as she heard the lock [i]click[/i] free and the man pulled the door open.

"We're--"

There was a great crash in the back of the shop, through the doorway that Frankie assumed was storage. The man's eyes went wide.

"Damn it!" he cursed, slamming the front door shut and turning to hurry to the site of the crash. Frankie brought a hand up to stop the door just before it closed. She waited until the old man was out of sight before slipping through the doorway. She moved to the window, grabbed the tanto, and stuffed the much larger umbrella in its place. 

The old man's confused muttering drifted through the shop. Frankie looked over her shoulder with a smirk. He moved faster on those old legs than she'd expected. Seemed he already realized there was no crash. 

Frankie slipped back out the door, closing it behind her and started walking down the street again. She held the tanto up, admiring the way the city lights played on the shining black sheath. She looked at the crest again. He would've absolutely [i]hated[/i] that she had this. With her other hand she grabbed the hilt and pulled the blade an inch free of its sheath. The dagger's metal gleamed at her, the hint of some etching on the blade just below the sheath. Frankie pushed it closed again.

Content with herself, she lowered the tanto and continued her exploration of the city.