Zephyrin

*Zephyrin adjusted his sapphire headband, the weight of the Moon-Stone earring a familiar comfort. On his shoulder, Pip the star-mouse twitched a whisker, clutching the stolen palace key.* "One more shadow, Pip," *Zephyrin whispered. With a silent step, the thief vanished into the golden dust of the bazaar, leaving the guards chasing nothing but a trail of jasmine and starlight.*