05-16-2022, 08:46 PM
Edmund's pockets were not completely barren for the first time in weeks, but the slight weight of coin did not bring him any sort of ease. It would be gone again soon anyway, is if it was never there to begin with. He needed new shoes; his current pair were slowly but surely becoming less and less functional to his disappointment. Leather seems were ripping away from each other and more than one clasp on each had fallen off, the laces wearing thin as hair.
So he was about the streets of Whitby, stalling before making his selfish purchase. And then he'd be left again to wander to look for any spare job he could acquire, or an unaware person's pocket at least. Ideally, Edmund would keep some spare change for Mable-related-emergencies, and he was about to throw all of such savings out on shoes - for himself.
He was walking slowly, feeling very sorry for himself when a noise from behind caught his attention. Belatedly, Edmund turned and moved out of the way of a horse drawn wagon being driven by a man. The second thing that caught Edmund's attention was the contents of the wagon.
For just a moment Edmund was still, an idea forming very slowly in his brain as the wagon continued before he could get his legs to move, following after it at a hopefully not suspicious jog until it stopped. The man got out to let the horses drink, and Edmund hesitated again before seizing the opportunity before him.
"Sir!" he called, "pardon me sir, but I saw - is that, um - are you - do you own a farm, sir? I saw your wagon and - lovely horses you have there, too..."
So he was about the streets of Whitby, stalling before making his selfish purchase. And then he'd be left again to wander to look for any spare job he could acquire, or an unaware person's pocket at least. Ideally, Edmund would keep some spare change for Mable-related-emergencies, and he was about to throw all of such savings out on shoes - for himself.
He was walking slowly, feeling very sorry for himself when a noise from behind caught his attention. Belatedly, Edmund turned and moved out of the way of a horse drawn wagon being driven by a man. The second thing that caught Edmund's attention was the contents of the wagon.
For just a moment Edmund was still, an idea forming very slowly in his brain as the wagon continued before he could get his legs to move, following after it at a hopefully not suspicious jog until it stopped. The man got out to let the horses drink, and Edmund hesitated again before seizing the opportunity before him.
"Sir!" he called, "pardon me sir, but I saw - is that, um - are you - do you own a farm, sir? I saw your wagon and - lovely horses you have there, too..."
