Festivites...

Sie sits in the sung on the eve of the local festival, but to hir today is just any other day like the next will be, hir festival has been and gone a few days before with no one noticing. That's the way it is, sie is a follower of the old ways, before this modern way, sie still follows it even when few others do. It's useful in a way as sie will happily work though the festival when others who follow the new ways will not. So tomorrow sie'll be out again, the world must keep moving and sie'll be one of those out there in the cold keeping it moving along.

Sie picks up hir drink and takes a sip, tonight it's different, tonight there is alcohol in hir drink, there's no real reason for it, sie just feels like a drink for a change. Hir wagon is stored safely where it can spent the entire night with hir in it, so sie feels happy enough to have a drink. The night before sie returned to the pass where sie lost a friend, it was just like sie remembers it cold and dark, the narrow track covered in ice and the walls crumbling. They place holds bad memories, but that doesn't mean sie won't go back there it, like so many places sie knows, they hold bad memories but they are still hir memories they make hir what sie is.

Sie thinks back to a conversation earlier in the day when sie was wished well for the festivities, sie replied in kind out of habit and was answered that they didn't follow the local ways. Sie smiled and said that sie didn't either, they had a laugh about it, before once again going their separate ways.

It's a strange thing to look at the new ways from the outside, it doesn't matter if they follow the old ways or some other path, it's strange to be on the outside looking in. The festival it's self was moved to be near to a similar one to the old ways, it even adopts some of the traditions of the old ways, because of this is seams self contradictory. Everything is about what can be gotten, about having everything someone wants, to have things and to eat just because you can.

Sie was asked what sie wanted from the festival and then laughed at for hir answer because hir wants where more simple than they expected. Sie'd simply wanted more fuel to heat hir wagon, new shoes as hir current ones are falling apart, and answers to hir quest, but sie'd never voice that want they could never understand. Sie'd missed the point and simply told them what sie'd get once the festival was over and it was possible to go to the shops once more. Sie has everything sie really wants, hir home, hir place, hir way, sie is content with what sie has and doesn't need more to feel happy.

The festivities normally raise questions from those who know hir, where is hir family, where is hir significant other, sie does not have these, just people and places for show. With this sie can normally avoid the awarkward questions, why sie is always alone, why sie is always on the road. The reason is too long too complex to answer, and most do not with to hear the answer at a time when they wish to be happy. They even dislike the half answer sie uses, so sie finds that it's be to hide, to pretend that all is well all is right. The world may be wrong to hir, but to others it is how it should be, so sie doesn't argue.

Normally this time of year sie'll go home and hide there until it's all over, but this year sie can, hir commitments have run almost into each other, the best sie'll manage is a few days as the year draws to a close. The longing to be home is always growing though, sie longs for the simple life, of just living hir way without the world pressing down on hir. But that is not to be, sie has hir quest, it nags on hir mind and keeps hir on the road, always looking for the answers.

Author's Note

This was achaully written quite a while ago, but never posted as it didn't make my required lenght, but having recienctly reread it I decided to post it anyway as it follows with the stories even if it's short.