[AW] Does heaven have a plan for you?

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

It was probably due to his curious nature that had gotten him this far, to this odd little area that was strangely comforting in the way it seemed to be a bustling community gathering of stands and wares and those interested in adding to whatever collection they had. Or perhaps that was simply how Lasairian imagined it. It wasn't simple, this place, not compared to many other areas, but it wasn't extreme, either. The marketplace was a middle ground Lasairian hadn't expected, but it still felt like a too close reminder of the Bheo's gathering place in enough ways to draw him in.

There might not be as many different creatures as back there, but it was enough with the strange equines, the tiny dragons, the bonded animals still about. It lacked the over-grown stone and dirt walls, the blue flowers tangled every which way, the sheer amount of odd bipedals that the Bheo housed. The only smoke forms here were from things that had been set on fire, nothing alive in those darker masses. Lasairian did not know what was going on there, and he did not intend to stand around and gawk, either. He kept moving, looking, learning about this area and the things being sold, the overall social dynamics that he hoped to soon fully grasp and develop for himself.

This was what Lasairian had come here to do, not realizing how vastly it exceeded expectations of what he thought this place might be. He should have gathered more information, but just the idle talk of a marketplace had drawn him in, ensnared him with how tempted he was to check it out and see what it had to offer. How these others interacted with each other in such a setting. All of it was of interest to the curious Lasairian, and it was knowledge that he wanted to most collect when he had set off to get here. None of the rest had been thought through all that much; and Lasairian had not been well-prepared for it.

So much to take in, after everything, and he moved off to the side to take a moment and observe while standing back. He nearly jolted away when the sound of a voice from the nearby dark corner was out, not expecting someone to be there, either. Lasairian had controlled his reaction enough that he had done little more than fidget at the sound -- a small shuffling of hooves -- then he settled again and glanced closer yet to that spot where the voice had come, "the marketplace," was his answer, though he did not wish to give the wrong impression and went on, "granted that this is my first time being here," his added words, glancing around and then back.

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