"Ta-da~ The coin is gone! Where did it go? Who knows?" It was just another day for Dorian. Standing out in the blasted sun while a group of young children surrounded him. Usually they were incredibly engaged in his performances, cheering him on and enjoying the show. He would perform all sorts of tricks with the little props he had, making them vanish in thin air, levitate slightly, or even have a faint glow. Today, they didn't seem too interested...
"That's the third time you made a coin disappear this week! Do something new!" One of the children complained. The mood was obviously much lower than usual, with the few gathered around looking extremely bored with their dazed expressions.
Dorian bit his lip slightly in frustration as he quickly tried to come up with something on the spot. "Hm? So you don't like the little disappearing tricks?" He hummed, trying to sound calmer than he actually felt. Digging into his satchel, he began to look for something, anything, he could use. It was mostly dust, some coins, and other useless junk he had thrown in without much thought... The last thing he expected were the kids to complain about his lackluster performance.
Finally, Dorian retrieved a feather from the depths of his bag. Twirling the quill between his fingers, he smiled as he looked back up at the children. "You see this feather?" He asked before tossing it up in the air. Quickly focusing his magic on it, the feather stayed frozen in midair. It wasn't the most impressive trick, but it was all he could think of in such a short amount of time. "Pretty amazing, right? You'll only see such a trick from the one and only Dorian."
The children had a displeased look on their faces, as their eyes kept darting between Dorian and the feather. "You did this last week! Even the dumb jester could come up with something better than that!" One of the children complained.
Before Dorian could spit out a retort at them, one of the kids chucked a tomato at his shoulder. The fruit burst as soon as it hit him, splattering all over his cloak. His eye twitched as the kids ran off, snickering while they disappeared into the crowd. "You damn brats!" He shouted angrily. It was sure to leave a stain on his precious cloak, and he would be smelling like tomatoes for the rest of the day. As he began to sulk, Dorian didn't notice someone who had been watching his performance approaching.
