“Well, home certainly never had anything this exciting.” The Phoenix mare murmured to herself as she stepped back to survey the lively scene before her. “I wonder if any of them would care for it, if they knew what they were missing?”
The sounds, sights and scents of the Lapsang Reenactment Festival and Traveling Faire were noticeable even at a distance. There were many types of music and the sound of a bustling crowd, all footsteps, laughter, gasps of amazement and a blend of chatter. Birds flew overhead, some trailing streamers or armed with dye bombs to throw for dramatic effect in a show or to mark some sort of emergency. The crowd was a swirl of hides and pelts and feathers, all matter of markings and colors adornments present. Flashes of light from various shows, as well as workers stations and cookeries glittered over the different coats. The air was sharp with wood smoke and charcoal, sweetened by flowers and essential oils and candles.
To her right stretched more of the artisans and their booths of wares, the beauty and complexity of which had not yet ceased in amazing her. Sashes, carpets, scarves, and jewelry flapped or fluttered in the breeze. Tables displaying the wares of all matter of potters and sculptors, ornament makers and more. The players from their various acts swirled about, the King of the Faire charming ladies as gentlemen fawned over the Queen.
Kawah thrived in the bright, riotous chaos that surrounded her, her smile wide enough to make her face hurt. Bright blue eyes dancing from booth to booth, eagerly sweeping over the items surrounding her. She wanted to drink it all in, to shop every booth and look at every object and try strange treat. But what to do first? Everything looked so fun and compelling and interesting.
“Sovanna would laugh to see you gawping like this.” Kawah scolded herself, glancing over to where the mist-gray mare was holding court in her booth of pottery. “She might be laughing anyway, if she wasn’t so busy. But if you’re going to walk around the festival you should just walk around, rather than standing in one place and staring. Come now then, pick a direction.”
With a final soft laugh, Kawah shook herself once more and folded her wings firmly to her back before stepping toward the next vendor’s booth. The black mare within gave her a faint glance and a smile, in the middle of dazzling a cluster of foals with one of her wares. The lantern featured panels of brightly colored glass with etched patterns, and the candle within made the light sparkle like jewels where it danced over their pelts. It was beautiful, and Kawah found herself just as entranced as the foals were.
“What a magical thing…”
Word Count: 466
Reply
