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09-27-2014, 12:24 AM
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Grimmrot Sleek legs stand tall amidst the clouds, acting as remarkably sturdy pillars to support my quivering body. My ears twist back and forth in uncertainty as I am whisked away in pursuit of the levitating rock, and I hold my breath with anticipation. I do not know what to expect once I am placed gently on the ground, my hooves grasping for a firm purchase on the sweet grasses that thrive here. I am so unused to the height that it takes me a moment to reacquaint myself with walking, and even longer to remember how to breathe. My lungs are burning by the time I am able to take in my first breath of this air, and my eyes roll from the rush of aromas that overload my senses. Everything upon this haven is luxurious; a trader's dream, if I dare say so. And oh Gods, I do. "It's magnificent. How has no one started charging for trips to this place yet?" My muttered musings are not meant for eavesdropping ears, but it isn't as if I care about who hears them. The thoughts are my own, and if any have something to say about that, I dare them to let me hear it. My surprise at discovering the scarcity of my folk (the traders, that is, not the gypsies; we've always been quite rare) has not stayed with me for quite as long as I thought it might, although it truly means good news. If I am to be the only one who appreciate the value of worth and trade, so be it. It only means there will be more in it for me! My elation at this realization is interrupted by the excited calls coming to me from the isle's centre and, as any experienced gypsy knows, wherever there is a bustling city, there is a pretty penny. Not that I have much to trade right now; at least there will be plenty of opportunities to pickpocket. Forcing my stiff pillars into action, I come into the noisy centre at a trot. Flapping tents lie at the end of four streets, and vacant stalls line up along these roads. My heart flutters at the sight of them all, and my brain threatens to explode from all the possibilities. If it were up to me I'd demand that everyone fall under a certain trade and house their goods up here, although for now, it seems there is only me. My onyx crown turns to study a distant, glinting booth, however, but all I can do for now is shrug my shoulders and carry on. Upon arriving here I noticed yet another distant figure, one that reminded me of the good Lady Illynx, and should I stand here and gawk any longer I will never know for sure if it was her. Continuing upon the path that I've set to the gaping blue tent before me, I realize that I had indeed been correct. Golden orbs settle on the horned woman's armored figure, instinctively analysing the ornate iron and labelling it with a mental price tag. One might think that evaluating the goods of my ruler is a treasonous thought, but I see it only as business. With a toss of my weapon I jog towards her, meaning to ask her what the meaning of this place is and if I have gone to heaven, but stopping to study her instead. Her mouth is full of unnatural light, it seems, and my eyes widen to a considerable size when I recognize the plant emitting it. Mushrooms? When on Earth did mushrooms start doing that? My jaw drops a few more inches when I crane my neck to see another mare carrying the things, setting them down at specific intervals as if to make a fence out of the radioactive fungus. I am so in shock by this arrangement of flora that I do not bother with pleasantries when I finally address the ladies. "What in Heaven's name are these things?!" I approach one wearily, reaching out to knock it over with my hoof before recoiling away from it. It rolls gently along the pebbled ground as if it were just another mushroom, but I remain firm in my distrust of these things. Amongst my concern for this oddity is also my sudden realization that I am here for a reason, and I hastily add to my initial question, "You asked me to set up a booth, did you not? Where can I acquire bones for throwing, and a sphere for seeing? Even some water in a dug-out basin will do." I cast a weary glance towards the radiant fungi, making sure they have not sprouted wings, too. Can one sell such incredible things? Would eating one may one glow? "talk talk talk" Just watch my fire continue to burn
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