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507 AV Spring Day 21
507 AV Spring Day 21
Rheinallt Gandauensis, son of a jewel trader was by no means a wealthy teenager. He was given no money or means of support except what he earned himself. It was through this tactic that his parents beat into him the value of money. Of course this method of teaching could be exasperating to Rhein when he was sprinting down the alleyways of the Old Quarter from a mugger who was disappointed by the lack of heftiness in a certain stolen wallet.
The young adult tripped over a series of stones and only just managed to avoid falling and trashing his ink pots and notes, most of which had been haphazardly crammed together in a small leather bag slung around Rhein's neck. He skidded around a street corner in the hopes of emerging into the more populated area of the Quarter, only to be greeted by the sight of a horrifyingly tall wall. The air was frigid this early in spring and only helped to cause Rhein's shivers to jerk his body in small rapid movements. He sincerely hoped the mugger wouldn't think he looked like a fool when he was beating him to death.
"You've got more on ye, lad! I've seen who your pap is!" Rhein froze and sunk down into a corner of the alley, hoping to avoid the man. He could always revert to hypnotism with the mugger, but chances were his mind was fairly strong against any suggestion by this point. He wanted money and Rhein was a symbol of that money to him. His greed was a force to be reckoned with. Nonetheless it didn't stop Rhein from casting out his vision, squinting beyond the moldy wooden crates he was hunkered down behind and searching for any signs of a ragged yet burly man. The boy's eyes widened with triumph as he spotted the man, gazing into his eyes and merely hoping that the lack of connection would be enough to transmit the hypnotic power. He felt his eyes straining painfully as he suddenly began pumping Djed into the effort and almost immediately stopped soon after as the task felt impossible at such a distance.
Rhein had hoped that he would have been able to alter his pursuer's advances at least a little. Or even just divert his path. Unfortunately he had wasted precious energy that could be required for negotiating with the man were he to find him. "There ye are lad." Rheinallt's eyes widened with a slight sense of both fear and miffed apprehension as he felt a strong hand haul his body out from behind the crates by his collar. He was not dominated by the emotion of fear. He was dominated by the prospect of losing his honor and dignity. A slight spark of fire emerged in his eyes and he shook the Mugger's hand free of his coat to turn defiantly and retort, "I'm not a lad. Even if I am young, you're far younger in your stature." And this was true. His assaulter though strong was quite short, nearly a foot beneath Rhein. This didn't change much though as Rhein was at this age quite the skinny fellow. There was absolutely no chance of a fight in his favor were things to turn violent.
The mugger simply spat at Rhein's feet. "I don't care about stature and I don't care about titles. Where's ye money? Surely ye's more than just a few coins." Rheinallt's brow furrowed. "What right have you to assault me?" He demanded. "You're a petty thief! You may be strong, but what right have you to stand before others and demand the property of what they worked for?" Rheinallt was terrible at temper. Even in the most stupid of situations it could get him into trouble. A slamming force to his neck proved this, and moments later Rhein was slumped against the ground in a silent state of unconsciousness regardless of his attempts to feebly punch back.
When Rhein awoke the sun was already directly above him. In his dazed and disoriented state he slowly wobbled to his feet and hobbled out past the alleyway, squinting down the cobblestone path. His vision was hazy and his throat was sore. No sign of bleeding, he checked twice though to be sure. He seemed more concerned with looking for the mugger than he did with himself. Though when he did get a good glance at his attire, he moaned with disbelief. The bag was ripped open and the ink pots had been shattered. Ink covered his clothing and his notes had been torn apart. He was lucky to have his spare set of clothing still intact.
Within a few short ticks of time Rheinallt had managed to sort himself out pretty well. He looked merely like he had woken up late and this was his story for now. He hurriedly ran through the streets of Zeltiva, ignoring the waves and calls of friendly neighbors and fellow University students. Rhein had been out far too late to attend any of his classes excluding perhaps the last in his schedule; "Artistic development and Drawing". He'd sort out the mugger later and ask around the city for the help of anyone willing to deal with such trash. When he reached the grandiose building that housed the University's many students and professors, he was relieved to have made it in time for his class. While his disheveled and groggy appearance confused and even alarmed some who knew Rheinallt better, he successfully navigated his way through the winding hallways and stairwells to his classroom. When he stepped inside all Rhein could do was thank Lhex for giving him a proper ability to run in this life. It saved him from the wrath of one particularly nasty and strict professor, who even though Rheinallt was a hard worker, was determined to give him a nasty look every time he sat down and sighed.
Rheinallt didn't care. He was where he needed to be.
