Rachel relaxed as she walked, munching on some burnt chicken. It was easy to get down the next escape, landing in the alley. The snow fell around her, inciting shivers as it came down harder. He coat had been a few years old when she'd grabbed it; it was threadbare by now. 'Maybe they'll have some wool on the ships. Or silk.' She smiled at the thought. "Maybe. I love that stuff..."
The docks weren't far from where she was, ships bobbing in the distance. Choppy waters made docking hard, and ice had covered some areas. She glanced down the row. Merchant ships tended to be guarded, but she didn't want to get anything from the poorer traders. It'd just make the wealthy wealthier. Crewman ran up and down the docks, breaking up the ice as they went.
One ship caught Rachel's attention. It was large, as large as a spanish galleon, and painted rich purple and red. The sail looked new, and the wood looked sturdy. It was just coming in for dock, but she couldn't see any flags. 'Must be an out of England crew.'
The other targets were too well guarded, and all of them had seen her before. She'd go after the new prey. Rachel sat on a crate nearby, waiting for it to come into dock. It took several minutes, but it was worth it. The gangplank lowered. At first, no one walked out. Then, a tall lady, dressed as richly as a noble, walked elegantly out with an escort. Rachel adjusted her clothes and walked over. "'Ello. Would you happen to need any assistance?"
The lady, no older than thirty and with the scales of a snake, looked down her nose at Rachel. Rachel felt her blood run cold. Cold blue eyes seemed to drill through her. She smiled wide, pointed teeth showing. "That'd be much appreciated. I'm here looking for my young protegee. You might be able to help us find her." The Lady put an arm around Rachel. She knew snakes were cold blooded, but the touch sent chills through her. Pain erupted in her chest. She walked with the lady, who introduced herself as Tabitha, only because she couldn't leave. She felt cold, numb and yet on fire all at once.
It was ten long minutes before Tabitha and her assistant, Gyrus, released her. "Thank you. You've helped so much child. Perhaps I'll see you again soon." Without another word, they disappeared into the crowd. Rachel swayed and collapsed to her hands and knees, unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to do anything but shake and cough.
It was several miutes before her coughing quieted, letting her sit back on her heels. She was gasping deparately still, but at least she could breathe her body was retaining heat. The cold stayed deep within her, but there was heat. 'That's it. I HATE nobles.'