Va'nei Flower Field (Farmland + Festival Ground)

"YES! EVERYONE IS LEAVING!"

Talis says this excitedly. He grins at her for a moment. Suddenly he realizes she probably doesn't know what that meant.

"Everyone is leaving Iania! So that means that they are giving away the stuff they don't want to take with them! I got the honey buns for free! Free food that we never get in the forest Iania! Come on have some fun it won't kill you! Or maybe it will! I've never seen you have fun, I guess you could be allergic!"

Then a man selling meat on skewers catches his eye. Without bothering to say goodbye the electric elf wanders off. Just as he said the man who was packing up his stall handed him a skewer for free. This was great!

"Listening? Maybe! Hearing? Definitely! I think everyone is!"

Humming to himself he makes short work of the skewer of meat. His short attention meant that he was still chewing it when another booth catches his eye. He skips off laughing as he goes. Talis was irrepressible he never seemed to be anything but happy. Indeed very few people had ever seen him express any other emotion. Those rare times his happiness slipped had been times of great stress for the tribe.

The most notable had been the time he was stirred to anger. There is an old saying: There are three things all wise men fear. The sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Talis though careless was an exceedingly gentle soul. One day though a group of bullies went too far. They had hurt one of his friends seriously. Talis had a natural empathy with nature spirits, particularly those of a more destructive nature. He had nearly killed the bullies before he had been stopped. It had also taken several older summoners to put an end to his rampage.

Since that day the tribe had treated Talis differently. They had seen the destruction he was capable of and it had frightened them. They were meant to be guardians of the earth and of the Land Tillers. His power though wasn't suited to guarding or preserving nature. His power embodied a part of nature the rest of the clan liked to pretend didn't exist. Perhaps this was why he was so eager to leave and see the outside world.

Talis made his way through the fair with a smile. He flitted from booth to booth rapidly. He ate more food than he should have been able to stomach. He chatted up several people like they were old friends and in general he had an excellent time. Abut two hours later he stopped.

"Right! Let's get back! Where is Intaja?"

Sensing she would be needed at about this time, she would appear just behind them. "'ERE I AM!" Intaja said with a muffled sound. She too had a large piece of bread in her mouth and was holding a bowl of super secret vegetarian curry from Sakand. "WASHUP?"

Interestingly, she was accompanied by several more members of the Sodalite clan. All had bright blue eyes, but unlike Intaja, who still had her Isranian city garb, these people were mostly in simple rags.

About half of them, who were of Intaja's persuasion, waved in unison. It was creepy, but the elves would be used to it by now. The other half were actually chatting with each other quite loudly.

Intaja chomped through her bread and allowed the rest to sink into the bowl. She chewed quickly and swallowed before answering. "Sorry, we decided that since the elves were making their presence known, we might as well too, although in this crowd it seems like most people don't know the significance of our existence anyways. There are so many foreigners they just think we're one of them. So actually if we head back right now, it'll be like nothing happened. It's your guys' call."