Peasant
Nickolas had woken up that morning feeling like the princely counterpart Jake. It seemed the member of royalty wanted to lead the exhibition into town that day and what kind of person would Nickolas had been had he declined? It wasnât the polite thing to do and it provided him time to think thoughts only of castles and fancy clothes.
As Jake, Nickolas was far more arrogant and egotistical than usual. His mind was constantly high above the clouds on any regular day but as Jake he often viewed poorly of the people he automatically saw as beneath him. Much of this came from the belief that as Jake he had fancy clothes and eccentric hair that was orange and yellow. It was all imaginary but he had forgotten about that long ago.
His outfit mainly consisted of a hat that had been cut to fit over a animal eared headband and clothes he wore on family outings. The additional accessory that set him apart was his tan boots that completely mismatched everything else on his body. They were Nickolasâ favorite shoes that he wore no matter who he felt like.
When in town, he kept his eyes out for anything that would appeal to him and that of course was the biggest house of the area. It had a mansion appearance that was magnified in the eyes of a child. To him it was a castle that he just had to go into and so he knocked audibly reasonable.
âHello, hello in there! Knock, knock, knock. Anybody home?â
It was a fairly quiet day so far, Nicholas having gotten up fairly early to take care of his chores. Of course, he had gone right back to sleep afterwards, rather exhausted from studying late into the night. Besides, he had nothing else to do that morning, aside from a few final chores and more of his studies. That was all he ever really had to do. Boring, but...well, probably for the best. The sooner he completed them, the sooner he could go off on his own. maybe get an apprentice of his own, and teach them.
In the meantime, though, he was far too tired to be worrying about that. He probably would have slept the day away, if it wasn't for the loud knocking he heard. "What...?" Lifting his head up from the couch he had been sleeping on, Nicholas stared in the direction of the front door for a few moments. Wasn't it a little early to be bothering anyone...? Oh well, it didn't seem to matter. He was already bothered, after all.
"Just a minute...!" he called out in response to the one at the door, pushing himself up off of the couch. Nicholas only took a moment to make himself look presentable before making his way to the door. Oh, imagine his fading surprise when he saw, what else, a young boy standing on his doorstep. "....Yes?" Nicholas asked, tilting his head a bit. "May I help you?"Â
