Post by Baldric on Oct 29, 2013 17:15:21 GMT -5
The vagabond had put behind him an insane length of road by the time he stepped through the town gates and entered a world of narrow streets between tall and spindly buildings, and lingered with busy, hard-working townsfolk who made very little notice of the sandy haired stranger who had appeared among them.
One could easily tell that a city of its size and resting so conveniently upon the large river would be familiar to visitors from far away places. Indeed, there were people to be spotted, dancing singing, and performing various circus tricks, who possessed far more exotic appearances than Baldric himself, even with his mournful brown eyes and sandy hair.
His stained, somewhat worn-out coat and generally soggy appearance spoke loudly of his background as a person of low birth who evidently must have slept outside for many days to look quite so dusty.
Allowing his stride to become a slow stroll as he took in the sights and sounds of Paris, though he didn't yet know the name of the city, Baldric considered what should be his next step.
The sweet smell of a nearby bakery reminded him of his steadfast companion named Hunger whose painful presence had been a permanent strain on his strength since the day he left the ruins of his hometown.
He had proved it true, though, that permanent pain dumbed down ones senses to some degree. Unless an outside source of stimuli added to it of course. And that sort of encouragement to make the invisible monster inside his otherwise empty stomach tie a tight knot on his insides did come, as already mentioned, by the delicious smell from the bakery just down the street from where he stood.
But as a man of no money, how was he to achieve a small bite to eat? The baker would hardly accept a costumer who couldn't pay him as much as a copper coin, he could tell without having to ask.
So how was he to acquire the required payment, Baldric wondered to himself. A brief glance toward a pitiful figure clad in a lice-infested blanket sitting by himself in a muddy corner with an empty cup beside him told the stray that this was not the way he wanted to go.
He had already sunk low enough as it was.
Baldric's conscience were stained with the horrendously wrong choices had had done in a past he sought to forgot, he didn't need to add begging as well to his long list of sins.
Besides, as the son of a farmer he'd known his share of hard work to retain a living and he certainly was not afraid of physical labor.
Hunger and a long travel had left him weakened however, and as the smell of all things edible still lingered in his wide-open nostrils the man had trouble finished his current train of thought.
He shook his head as if to clear his mind, then started to presume his previous stroll; this time meaning to keep his eyes open for any and all opportunities that might cross his way.
One could easily tell that a city of its size and resting so conveniently upon the large river would be familiar to visitors from far away places. Indeed, there were people to be spotted, dancing singing, and performing various circus tricks, who possessed far more exotic appearances than Baldric himself, even with his mournful brown eyes and sandy hair.
His stained, somewhat worn-out coat and generally soggy appearance spoke loudly of his background as a person of low birth who evidently must have slept outside for many days to look quite so dusty.
Allowing his stride to become a slow stroll as he took in the sights and sounds of Paris, though he didn't yet know the name of the city, Baldric considered what should be his next step.
The sweet smell of a nearby bakery reminded him of his steadfast companion named Hunger whose painful presence had been a permanent strain on his strength since the day he left the ruins of his hometown.
He had proved it true, though, that permanent pain dumbed down ones senses to some degree. Unless an outside source of stimuli added to it of course. And that sort of encouragement to make the invisible monster inside his otherwise empty stomach tie a tight knot on his insides did come, as already mentioned, by the delicious smell from the bakery just down the street from where he stood.
But as a man of no money, how was he to achieve a small bite to eat? The baker would hardly accept a costumer who couldn't pay him as much as a copper coin, he could tell without having to ask.
So how was he to acquire the required payment, Baldric wondered to himself. A brief glance toward a pitiful figure clad in a lice-infested blanket sitting by himself in a muddy corner with an empty cup beside him told the stray that this was not the way he wanted to go.
He had already sunk low enough as it was.
Baldric's conscience were stained with the horrendously wrong choices had had done in a past he sought to forgot, he didn't need to add begging as well to his long list of sins.
Besides, as the son of a farmer he'd known his share of hard work to retain a living and he certainly was not afraid of physical labor.
Hunger and a long travel had left him weakened however, and as the smell of all things edible still lingered in his wide-open nostrils the man had trouble finished his current train of thought.
He shook his head as if to clear his mind, then started to presume his previous stroll; this time meaning to keep his eyes open for any and all opportunities that might cross his way.