The Poet and the Thief

Ch.4 Possibilities are endless

(!!!!!AGAIN ALL CREIDS GO TO KingOfTheOranges ON Ao3 NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME! ANY ENJOY!!!!!)

Tommy was awoken by the village people yet again, Mx Cromer loudly working a sword on an anvil outside. The loud clangs were enough to wake anyone, Tommy just had the joy of living outside with no walls to muffle the noise. He muttered curses under his breath as he got up, stretching out his arms and legs. Small pops and cracks filled his ears, nothing unusual for him. With as much grace as he could muster he left the alleyway, narrowly avoiding tripping on a new crack in the cobble road. They had been popping up more now they had carts. Just the other day Ms. Willow nearly fell into the well thanks to a particularly hidden one, it had hilarious potential but when it nearly harmed one of the few people nice to him? Safe to say Tommy did not like the new cracks. Tommy made his way over to Mx Cromer, curious as to what they were doing at near enough dawn. Sure enough, there on their anvil was an iron sword. Tommy smeared at it, not bothering with conversation as he left to find some food. He didn't understand the desire to have iron armor and weapons, everyone in the village was too much of a coward to do anything with it. Even if the Fae were to try and harm them everyone would just run in fear, even the guards. He hummed softly to distract himself, going to the bakery. As usual in return for being a delivery boy he got fed for the day, yes it was old or cold but he'd live. If it got him through the day why should he complain? Deliveries didn't take long, especially when most people didn't want him to stop and chat. Ms. Willow kept him for once, asking how the new clothes were going, but everyone else simply thanked him and moved on. He preferred it that way, no false niceties. As promised Mr. Friggs gave him some soup and bread, as well as a sweet roll that wasn't sold the past day. It was a treat he rarely got, he assumed the baker was in a good mood that day. He happily ate the soup before leaving with the bread and roll, he didn't want to risk causing the baker's mood to fall by sticking around. Tommy simply walked around the village as he finished his food, looking to see if there was anything he could snatch that wouldn't be missed. His luck was always horrible when it came to this, either never finding anything or getting immediately caught. One would say he'd be a great thief after so many years doing so but no, he was too tall, too clumsy, too loud. Always spotted before he could slip away. Today was no different, with nothing sticking out to him. Reluctantly he slipped away again, back into the crowd. Maybe he could go see Will, there was nothing more to do around here and he was getting incredibly bored. With a bit more energy he made his way to the forest, avoiding as many eyes as he could. It took a lot of work but he somehow managed, slipping away without someone confronting him. A sort of giddiness filled him as he rushed down the path, barreling towards the clearing as fast as his legs would let him. The only thing to stop him from falling right into Will's ring was Tommy's own clumsy nature, falling over himself before he could cross the ring.

"Will! Will I'm here!" His voice was mixed with laughter as he stood up, brushing himself off. His head lifted to see an amused Will standing a few feet away, as regal as ever. To Tommy's delight his wings were spread behind him, reflecting nicely in the sunlight.

"Youngling! Welcome back!" Will came over as quick as he could, wings tucking behind him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Tommy smiled brightly at his friend before gasping quite loudly, standing back to spin for the other. "What do you think? Do you like it?" Will watched with bright eyes, taking in the new hoodie and bandana.

"It suits you well Youngling, I'm glad you're dressing more warmly for winter." Tommy giggled happily at the compliment, trotting back over. It was now he noticed that Will too was dressed more warmly, most of his skin covered in fabric that looked like it cost more than the village as a whole.