Aegan paced the streets, white wings fluttering behind him. They were late. Not that this was unusual, but it annoyed him all the same. He sighed to himself. This was not how he wanted this group to come together. If they were to steal enough to feed themselves tonight, they needed to start when the market was at its peak...and two hours from now (when he found them most likely to show) was not it. Not that he would be doing any of the stealing. That was for other people. He turned to his cohort, a girl who looked a bit older than him, brown hair flowing in curls down her shoulders. She blinked hazel eyes at him and shook her head. "They'll be here, Aegan," she said. "They are always late, remember?" Aegan's eyes hardened, and he nodded. They'd pay for this.