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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 7, 2014 0:10:12 GMT -5
| There was a small space in the marketplace, too small for most merchants, where an unusual cart usually stayed. It barely drew a second glance while on the road, as it was rather plain and too small to hold much of interest, though its driver was a curious sight. Looks can be deceiving, as this humble cart held various wonders and delights from a distant land, mysterious as the merchant who sold them. It held things one didn't know existed until he came to town, yet knew immediately that they must have...or, finding themselves short on bits, enjoyed looking at.
| On this day, thick white clouds scudded across the blue sky, offering some relief from the hot summer sun; the local weather team announced a Scheduled Shower the following day. This news brought many ponies outside, taking advantage of the ideal temperatures to browse the marketplace stalls and shops. It was truly a good day for business, but the mysterious little cart and its foreign keeper were nowhere to be seen.
| The 'Transforming Transportation' was currently parked far from its usual place, the stallion who'd drawn it there still nearby. It would have been a rare sight, had anyone been around, to see him without the customary pipe in his mouth. In fact, he wasn't even dressed in his usual linen finery. With the grass just above his pasterns and a comfortable breeze blowing through, Shifting Sands was enjoying the day just as much as the ponies in town were. His mind wasn't dwelling on potential missed sales, though, for the town was far away and he was rather enjoying his time off. With the infrequent sun warming his bare chestnut back, Sands was staked out in a quiet part of the woods for his lunch.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 8, 2014 20:10:51 GMT -5
This was totally not creepy at all. And Spirit knew it. After all, Shifting Sands, the traveling merchant she met at that party one time, was intruding in her forest! What kind of pony did he think he was, just waltzing through like he owned the place?! Errr... well.... what kind of pony was Spirit to waltz around like she owned the place? Aside from the fact that she actually lived out here. Temporarily, of course.
But, as it was, Spirit had taken to following him through the woods, near completely unseen, due to the fact that she had taken to phantoming around the treetops. She was probably going to get hurt one of these days, and she knew it. After all, what fun was there in just living your whole life cozy and safe? There wasn't any, before you get any bright ideas. That was why she lived for the Adventure! She lived for the journeys!
Well, that and she got chased out of the last town she was in. Maybe practicing magic in the woods at night was something she should stop doing. Rumours begin to spread. Thankfully, she didn't hear of any in this town, as of yet. And so far, it seemed like most ponies wouldn't even care if she readopted her title of 'Witch.'
During her quiet introspection, Spirit soon realized that she had lost sight of her target. Grumbling to herself, she began to hop from branch to branch in search of him. Thankfully, it actually wasn't too difficult, given how large he actually was. And how much he stuck out from the greens and yellows of soon-to-be autumn trees.
He seemed to be harmless, though. Not doing anything bad. Granted, Spirit didn't exactly expect him to be doing anything of the sort. Still, though.
She leapt one more time onto a branch.
SNAP
THUD
"...Dammit."
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 8, 2014 23:35:51 GMT -5
| Spirit was quite the stealthy one, moving from branch to branch even as Shifting Sands stayed below, oblivious. In fact, he only got the notion that something was following him once he himself was still. With one back leg crooked slightly and free from weight-bearing, the rest were planted firmly in a comfortable posture. His lunch was humble fare, and often overlooked now in the more civilized societies he'd passed through. And even though he was gathering a modest bit of wealth from this town, the fact that he preferred the simple act of grazing to buying prepared food would have baffled most ponies. It was so outdated, archaic! Uncivil even--some would be embarassed to be caught in the act of such paupers' practice! Yet here he was, relishing the bright green landscape with more gusto than was probably polite. Then again, there were no customers or anybody else around, so who was there to---
WHUMP
| Snapped out of his daydreaming in an instant, Shifting Sands wheeled around to see who or what had dropped in on him. With his ears pinned and head drawn back, the normally meek stallion looked quite ready to fight. Though, of course, it wouldn't come to that. He vaguely recognized the pony in front of him, though the points were still clicking into place describing where.
"What is this?" He demanded, hooves now far from still as he eyed the unicorn.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 9, 2014 15:18:07 GMT -5
You know what sounded like a good idea? Throwing up a smokescreen and getting the hell outta there. How exactly was Spirit supposed to explain that she had been following Shifting in the trees? And what if he asked why she did such a thing? She hardly even knew what made it sound like a good idea! Her hooves already began to trace out the simple inscription in the dirt. But, that was mostly an unconscious habit of hers. Kept her hooves active, even if they were creating things that were quite dangerous to be playing with.
Seriously, who trusted a teenager with the power to call upon the lines of magic itself to wreak havoc using base elemental creations? Whoever it was really should have their magic license revoked. Or... Something.
When she caught her small creation, she quickly stood up and dragged her hoof through it, rendering it illegible. Slightly red in the face from her display, she dusted off her coat and coughed, unable to make eye contact, finding any reason whatsoever to be throwing her gaze elsewhere.
Spirit's mind was currently running in absolute overdrive, as well. Her thoughts rushed through things to say, quickly shooting down excuse after excuse when they fell to her own prodding. And if they didn't hold up to her, how could he expect Shifting to let it slide.
Thankfully, her pause wasn't too long as her mouth began moving before she thought, "Protection," she claimed, "I don't rightly know whats in these woods. Figured that I should offer to help out anypony if there are creatures and the like."
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Post by Shifting Sands on Sept 10, 2014 21:35:24 GMT -5
 | Recovering from his initial surprise, Shifting Sands still looked wary, his mind on something else. Overall he seemed unconvinced. "I...see." Yep. He wasn't buying it. "I've found myself in little danger during my forays here. If there be anything worth fearing, rest assured I am not one in need of...'protection'." It really did present an absurd thought, anyway, the image of a young mare protecting a burly stallion from the creatures of the forest. "These woods, I have heard are home to many yet owned by none. Thus, today I call this space mine, and on the morrow it shall be another's. I invite you to return then." |
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 10, 2014 23:40:12 GMT -5
To be honest, Spirit was only half lying. If some of the things she had faced off with before were in these woods, it would take more than just a good amount of muscle to handle it. Golems were not good things to punch, after all.
But she shook her head and shrugged, anyways, "Well, if you claim that it is owned by none, I shall claim this area in my name, too. What's wrong with sharing a bit of space between two completely civilized ponies, after all?"
As if it was final, Spirit then began to step away, towards the center of the clearing, and sat down, setting her black satchel (that she is totally wearing and I forgot to mention) by her side. She pulled out what seemed to be a small bag of dried fruits and after withdrawing a few pieces, began to eat them, "I have enough to share, if you'd like, as well."
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