(OOC; i did leave that one a bit close-ended...)
The bath had taken a half hour to heat.... and again to reheat when the water became dirty from washing... but he was clean by nightfall. sighing releivedly, he smiled, running a hand along his skin. usually dusty to some degree, he looked more tanned then he should... clean, he was a few tones above chalk white.
Redressed and gold counted, he returned to the main room of the inn to do something he hadnt in a long while... eatten a prepared meal. sitting, he got an order from one of the maids, smiling as he asked her for a dish, she smiled, nodding softly and headed off to prepare it.
There were a few eyes on him, that he was aware of. a child, so light in tone and so dark in features was most suspicious in a city like this... or so he guessed. he ignored it, listening to the musics playing, people talking... his eyes closed, this quite tone was tolerable, if not enjoyable, he smiled, relaxing, but still focused on the peaceful noises...
Until there was the sound of shattered dishes... at far off tables, his eyes opened, noting with shock, as peoples' dishes began, at random to fling themselves around, most of them enshroudened in what looked to be clouds... or mist... but far, far darker. his heart caught in his throat.
"Not again!" he pleaded silently to the higher powers, but it was set in motion now. now fueled by his emotions of shock, cutlery too, joined the flying fiasco, sending people yelling and screaming beneath the table to avoid being sliced by flipping steak knives.
"Stay calm... relax..." he thought quietly to himself, gripping the table and breathing hard, the bottles and casks of varying ales and wines creaked and groaned before suddenly rupturing, all the more screaming, before the barkeep looked out from under the bar... he was the only one sitting up... his eyes narrowed.
"YOU! BLOODY MAGE!!!" he bellowed, staggering out, the boy looking up to the man, shaking his head with fright.
"i its not.. i can't! i.. i didnt mean to-" he stuttered, before being grabbed by the shirt and charged to the door, it seemd to open itself, before the barkeep hurled him, as far as he could.
The boy landed with an audible thud and rolled a few times, stopping and sitting up. it wasnt dust he was covered in now. the commotion in the inn had stopped, his eyes closed, fighting back tears. "Not now... not now.. i wont..." he whimpered quietly, gripping his fists tight. patrons started hurrying out the door and yelling at him, the boy stepping back, his face alight with tears, he turned, and ran into the darkness of the night...