LISELI

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aybe the days here wouldn’t be so bad, Liseli quietly thought to himself as once again he entered the festival. Again like the days he’d been here before the noise and light-hearted chaos drew him in, it was funny really. He had kept trying to go back to the forest and to his pondering isolation but the sub-conscious reminders of home here seemed to draw him closer every time. The sounds and lights were all to similar to those he’d grown up with around his families lands far away. Every time he tried to leave he ended up just going deeper in to the maze of tents and fires. 

It was upon this night, the crowd seemed rowdier than usual, may of the equines around him in passing smelled a bit… sour. Sour perhaps wasn’t the exact word for it, but Liseli knew what types of drinks they were partaking in. Spirits are called spirits for a reason, he chuckled lowly a bit at the thought of his own joke. Equines could be seen all about the street some with their wares posted in the tents, others laughing and loosely bumping in to their friends. Liseli had not been in any one land for long and he still wasn’t totally caught up in the customs of this land, but he was learning. A small part of him hated to admit that he was a little lonely, ever since… 

Liseli stopped and shook his head fairly violently shaking loose a feather or two from his illuminated wings and stomping his large hoof against the compacted dirt beneath him. He’d not had that twinge of sadness in his chest for quiet some time and he’d preferred it that way. He surveyed his surroundings once more, all the laughing the shouting, smiles all around. Perhaps there is something to all this spirit… Liseli had had spirits in the past but was never one who was ever particularly taken with them, his youth-time friends would often get in to trouble with them when the grown folk were not around. Some good times, others bad, but while it was all happening no one ever seemed all too terribly down about it. 

Liseli huffed and outstretched his wings upwards for but a moment before resettling them against his body, sometimes you just had to let the things breathe. Being one with a preference to walk, flying wasn’t so much out of his knowledge he just simple still had to let so blood circulate back through them. Liseli went on through the path and turned down a bit more of a narrow secluded alleys created by the tented walls. It wasn’t crowded here aside from the view of the passers-by at the very end of it. He liked it here, a bit cooler and darker than the rest of the festival, spared from the heat of the fires and bodies. 

As he walked he was stopped around the center, a smaller back out let type of tent was facing in towards the alleyway. A lone horse, a pony probably of short stature and unkept mane. He seemed nice enough when he beconed for Liseli to near him. “Son you seem awfully lonesome, no one comes back here less they’ve got somethin’ on they minds.” Liseli smirked a bit and approached the older, by markedly smaller stallion. The pony chuffed and reached under the table that was part of his tent and pulled out two glass of small spirits and placed them in front of Liseli . Before Liseli could speak the elder cut him off, “Well I gotta get back to the front but you may take those for ye troubles.” And with that he was gone again vanishing through the heavily purple fabrics that deprecated the little spot from the much large main tent towards the center of activity. 

Liseli glance from side to side and the stared back at the blue bottles as if they were speaking to him. He didn’t excitably trust them, but did he really not want to know? Why two? So he just stood contemplating his choices, body relaxed and wings falling to the side… 

“Speak”|@Israfel


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