A Guilty Thief

ROSCORRO His heart was as cold and heavy as the rumble that loomed in the distance. Dark and ominous in the night. He stared solemnly into the crackling flames of the fire, that Kiada had so kindly prepared for them, when the night had fallen. They had spent the better part of the day exploring the ruins and conversing. Her words earlier had touched him. Those words were now a stone around his neck, threatening to drown him in a sea of despair. He was useless. A mongrel that would never amount to anything. His parent's voices echoed in his head. Accompanied by another voice. He had to steal from Kiada, or else those eyes would never leave him be. He only hoped that she could find it in her heart to one day forgive him. He would not keep what ever he took, of course. But that would never mend the trust he would surely break. He would lose someone he truly wanted to become his friend. He managed to hide these tumultuous feelings as he continued to talk with Kiada. As the night drew on the beautiful mare finally drifted off to sleep with her faithful vulture, the stallion knew the time had come. He remained in place, gazing into the fire until he was sure Kiada was in a deep sleep. The heat of the fire could not fend off the chill that infested his soul. He watched her sides rise and fall in slow, rhythmic breaths. His own breath came in shallow whispers as he carefully moved towards his now, lost friend. Each placement of his feet and hooves were careful and silent. His eyes flitted from his target, to the ground. He planned every step to ensure that he did not alert Kiada. But no matter how careful he was, he was sure she should be able to hear the pounding of his heart. He was next to her now, so close that they could touch. Gently, carefully, he lifted his right paw and reached for the golden jewelry perched atop her head. With fingers gifted with thousands of hours worth of working weaving leather and grass, he attempted to gently lift the tiara from her head. All the while, those eyes watched. "Talk." But You Cannot Break My Hope! I'm Still Undefeated!

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@Kiada

OOC:
Roscorro's trial

Asking for: Vanity Magic Becomes engulfed in smoke and flame when angry.
Eyes follow you, even when you leave the forests behind. They should be gone, they should stay in the trees, yet still they follow. There are, it seems, no bodies to those eyes. They simply watch you, follow you, stalk you until you heart is racing and your nerves are so on edge you might jump at every snap of a twig. Do they want only to torment you? No, there must be something else, must be something you can do. To rid yourself of the eyes that will not leave and earn the Rift's help, you must…
Attempt to steal something from someone