Davin loves the marketplace. He fits in here, at least. It doesn't matter that he's a penniless orphan witch, not here. Well, except maybe today. The penniless part is hitting him pretty hard.
His stomach rumbles loudly and he places his hands on it like he's trying to soothe it. It's been awhile since he's really eaten, and he's starting to feel it. He'd lost his job at the pub because he was spending too much time across town trying to soak up any and all knowledge he could from a dark witch who deigned Davin worthy enough to be an apprentice. He was grateful for the knowledge and opportunity, but it didn't exactly pay well.
The smell of fresh baked bread is so distracting that he doesn't realize until it's too late that he's about to walk into someone, and their shoulders collide hard enough to make Davin stumble. But that doesn't exactly take much effort, not with how starved he is.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry." He bends down to pick up the man's cane where it had fallen over and uses his sleeve to brush the dirt off before handing it back over with an apologetic look. The man is dressed to the nines and Davin winces just a bit, like he's preparing to get yelled at. People from the palaces don't often think much of people like Davin. "My mistake, I shoulda been lookin' out better."
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Date: 2015-04-19 12:39 am (UTC)His stomach rumbles loudly and he places his hands on it like he's trying to soothe it. It's been awhile since he's really eaten, and he's starting to feel it. He'd lost his job at the pub because he was spending too much time across town trying to soak up any and all knowledge he could from a dark witch who deigned Davin worthy enough to be an apprentice. He was grateful for the knowledge and opportunity, but it didn't exactly pay well.
The smell of fresh baked bread is so distracting that he doesn't realize until it's too late that he's about to walk into someone, and their shoulders collide hard enough to make Davin stumble. But that doesn't exactly take much effort, not with how starved he is.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry." He bends down to pick up the man's cane where it had fallen over and uses his sleeve to brush the dirt off before handing it back over with an apologetic look. The man is dressed to the nines and Davin winces just a bit, like he's preparing to get yelled at. People from the palaces don't often think much of people like Davin. "My mistake, I shoulda been lookin' out better."