Roa dug into his coin purse, his tongue poking out slightly between his lips as he counted the money silently. After finding the suficant funds to buy the small wood carvings he had found and immediately fallen entranced with. One was a small bird, caught mid flight, the details so fine the individual feathers were etched and the ones on the wings looked incredibly fragile, as it it would snap of at the slightest bit of force. The wood was a soft sandy color and some sort of thin coat of color had been added. Just enough for the color to be there, but you could still see the wood grains and color beneath. Amaria would love it.
The other was a carving of a horse, frozen in a pose of what Roa could only call pride. As if it had won a competition and would go on bragging about it for eternity. Its head thrown back and mane flowing in an invisible breeze, a hoof was lifted in a Monet ion that he would assume meant the creature was about to start prancing. This carving was a white color, and the main stained a beautiful onyx black. This one, he would keep for himself.
Smiling in thanks and nodding when the vendor asks if he would like them wrapped for protection, he turns slowly, looking around and trying to see if there was anything else he could purchase. There was another vendor nearby selling sweet buns, and then another one selling jewlry. He accept the small paper bag offered to him, slides it into his satchel and thanks the woman. Turning away, he walks over to the sweet bun cart. After surveying the wares, he hands over another few coins and takes two of the sticky, honey covered buns and bites into one, almost groaning at the taste, “Delicious! I’ll have to remember to come by this stall more often.” He grins and tips the young girl another coin before wandering off again.
He spends his afternoon wandering the market, not buying much else. He finished off the second bun and pauses near a small potions cart, looking at it and reading the labels on te bottles. He rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head and turning away. He didn’t believe in magic, he didn’t think that you could wave your hand and have whatever you wanted appear in front of you. It was a much more reasonable assumption to say that whatever was in those bottle was a i tire of herbs and/or drugs. Though he knew he would believe in magic if he ever saw it, but for now, he had never seen it, so he didn’t believe.
He slides his hand into his satchel and lightly fidgets with the paper bag, quiet as he looks around before deciding it was probably time to head home. Amaria would probably be worried if he stayed out any longer, the sun already starting to disappear behind the buildings. Which wasn’t much, there was still probably two hours of light before dusk. He makes his way towards a side street, pulling his hand free from his bag and sliding both into his pockets. He hums a soft tune, moving past people with softly murmured words of excuse and an apology when he almost runs into someone. He ducks onto the side street, and noted it was practically deserted as he heard footfalls behind him and then a voice.
”Oh, sir~”
He turned, his gaze landing on another man? He looked younger than Roazin himself and about an inch shorter. Though he knew better than to dismiss someone just cause they were smaller and younger. Roazin himself had been a force to reckon with, and he still was, though. . . His eyes flicked to the guards behind the man and then his eyes flick back to the man himself. Obviously someone important if he warranted two guards. He heard the man’s ur used words, and he shakes his head ever so slightly, gorgeous? And then the man pulled back his hood. Roa could feel his heart stop in that moment, then resume at a slightly faster pace than before. What the hell did the middle prince, Prince Aiden Quill, of the realm want with him?
”How would you like to have some fun? If you come with me, I can show you a good time."
Roa blinks once and then shakes his head slightly, but his eyes flick back to the guards and he chews on his lip. There was no way street fighting cold get him out of two royal guards. He might be fast enough to get away at a dead sprint but. . . His gaze sizes up the guards, two large men, both on edge for anything Roa might pull. He tenses slightly, staring at the two men, not letting his gaze waver. He would try to run, he wouldn’t fight. If he got into a fight again, Amaria would- Amaria. Thinking about his little sister froze his blood. If he was in trouble, he couldn’t lead these men home, where his already sickly little sister could get hurt. Instead. . . Yes, he knew what he would do, if he could get away.
”Sorry, I have to get home. My family is waiting for me, and well-“ He shrugs, flashing a smile. Bright, gentle, frindely. Not giving anything away about his introns to run if these men didn’t leave him alone. He relaxes his shoulders, rolling them slightly, “They’re family, they’ll worry. Don’t mean to cause any problems for you, I hope you have a good evening.”
He bows slightly, showing respect to the prince and then straightens, turning away slightly, showing his intent to leave an go home. He didn’t want any trouble, he just wanted to get home to Amaria.
