Subject: 'There's a new one?!'
Posted on: 2016-06-29 06:57:28 UTC

Stockins, for a few seconds, felt terribly old. Walking sticks and odd smells, and patronising grandchildren loomed over him like impending tidal waves. 'Fairies? Pacifist starter fire-mons? clothing shops?'

He shook his head. 'Life's passin' me by, honestly.' As he spoke, a sprightly, thin-limbed fellow dressed in the sort of garish colours he'd expect to be exploding all over An-Emay flipped through the crowd like an out of control cartwheel, landed perfectly, grabbed a torch from a nearby brazier, swallowed the flaming bit, and pulled the smoking stick from his mouth, smiling nobly at the crowd as if he hadn't just cartwheeled through them before eating the fire off a nearby torch.

Jan 'Lawfen' Stockins didn't catch a glimpse of it.

'Suppose it's 'cause I keep wastin' my time talkin' about how it's passin' me by,' He considered, life passing him by in the background, to the applause of the crowd. 'Y'acquainted with Sumralese? Suppose not. Haven't been to this festival myself, honest. Cheerful, innit?'

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