.AERIAL stood silent, not too far away from the girl. she saw the man steal her of her things, and the new valiant knight in shining armor come to her rescue, just in time for all the "commoners" to see and gawk in splendor. such a hero, such a god to behold. unfortunately, as he tossed about his coins to try and seduce the people into thinking he was generous, AERIAL knew that his pockets were swollen with coins. he could easily feed the entire peasant folk as he might call them. such a pity that he didn't. instead he had his little group of overpaid bastards trucking behind him like he was a celebrity. instead, he rode around in a carriage and wore only the finest threads. instead, he paid the tax collectors much more than their fair share. not taking into account the beatings and brutality that they showed the "commoners" when they couldn't pay. yes, such a lovely man. there he sat with a fat old grin on his face, and a lovely, probably bribed wife clinging to his side. he beamed with pride...look at all the poverty sticken youngsters, thinking he was actually a good man, simply because he tossed them his spare change. he acted as though the girl would get to her home before she was robbed blind. she wasn't the only poor girl out here, begging for a meal, perhaps a nice warm bed. but she was the one who put him evermore into the spotlight, and thus she was rewarded with food that would only go bad, or get stolen more than likely. she huffed loudly as he walked past, even dared to spit just before he stepped past her, nearly marring his perfect wardrobe. most of them would have cut off a hand to be able to own the sword he was letting drag on the ground. it was a sick practice. this messiah proformance. let's stroll through the taxpayers once in awhile. toss back a coin that we stole from them their very selves, and let them think i'm wonderous.
.no one else seemed to see this family in the light that AERIAL did, but she knew very well how he got so wealthy, it held hands with the reason she was so poor. she'd seen this little game played out many a time. and yes little girl, run on home and tell daddy that the perfect noble man finally felt bad for the ribs showing along your sides. he'd felt that he'd stolen enough dignity, not to mention money, from you and yours that he would finally furbish you with a free meal. too kind, isn't it? well, AERIAL would see no more of it. finally instead of letting her glares rip into him, it would finally be her words.
yes, toss your money aside, oh noble one. but that is only one family. what of my family? what of my starvation? you haven't enough little coins to throw off here and there to feed all of us? it is our money anyway. you sit up there on your carriage like you are really something spectacular, but us...your friends, the commoners...we are all starving at the hands of your little tax collectors. i don't think a true friend would let another starve...or is that your custom? what duties have you anyway, your majesty? counting money? eating large meals? going to balls, or hiring little common friends to clean your castle?
.said in such a sweetly fashion that he couldn't have her arrested or anything of that nature. but she finally wanted them to look at him for what he really was, and not for how he acted when a child was crying. all the common people tripped over themselves to help him. and he but tossed a coin every few months to show his appreciation for their labor. she didn't even know if he had a castle or not, but she had to exaggerate, to make the sarcasm obvious.
