nexus_sages | First Rule of Thievery

It was a lovely day out in the forum. It was nice and sunny, people were going about their business, relaxing or meeting up with friends. A man was having a spirited conversation with a large rock...

No you're not seeing things.

He looked like he just stepped off the set of Lord of the the Rings (save for a pair of sunglasses that he certainly acquired legally and didn't just carefully pluck off the face of someone who had carelessly fallen asleep on a random couch). He'd pulled a chair, next to a large rock shaped like.. well... most people might say it looked like a rather fetching pair of buttocks. This would be the rock Eli was currently deeply engaged in conversation with.

"Oh that's just terrible! I can't believe they'd call such a fine boulder such as yourself something so offensive," he exclaimed, giving it a sympathetic pat.

"I know! 'Butt-rock'... they never even ask for my name..." the rock sighed.

Now the general populace probably wouldn't hear the rock's reply. No, only those who either worked magic themselves or maybe those who communicated regularly with spirits or ghosts or the like would be able to hear the rock spirit speak. To anyone else? Eli probably looked as if he was just having a crazy one sided conversation with a local landmark.

"To be fair you DO look like one," the thief pointed out after taking a sip of his drink. He had no idea what it was, but it was cold and creamy and had strawberries and bananas in it. He wondered if he could sweet talk the vendor into giving him another freebie.

"There's nothing I can do about that," if rocks could sulk, this one certainly was.

"Oh I think you could! You just have to try it, go on, just move around a little," Eli gave the rock an encouraging pat on the back.

"You think so...?"

Amazingly enough the rock did begin to move. It shuddered first, and the shape then began to slowly shift, accompanied with the loud crunching sound of grinding stone.

"There you go!" Eli grinned and saluted the rock with his delicious fruity drink, "I told you you could do it."

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"Everything has a spirit in it. Every rock, tree, gust of wind... They're usually sleeping though," He glances over to the boulder he had been chatting with. It was beginning to settle down in a new shape and it'd probably go back to sleep soon itself.

"Until someone as friendly and likable as myself comes and wakes them up. But enough about me, I'd like to hear about you," a statement Eli Monpress rarely ever said. He loves himself and loves talking about himself nearly just as much, "I've met horse made of fire and jade before, one with wings once, but I've never seen one with a horn."

Hmmm... that was something she'd have to look into. Magic was 'alive' in a sense, but she'd never seen sentient behavior from things like rocks before. Maybe it was something to do with the magic here, but she'd have to be cautious. She didn't like the idea of hurting a 'person' after all, then again, it sounded like he's the catalyst, so perhaps he was 'translating' magic into something he could interact with...

She resists the urge to automatically correct him calling her a 'horse' with a horn, mostly because how would he know? Still, she would explain "Hmmm... I'm a unicorn, technically a pony with a horn, not a horse, if you want to try and be specific..." She nickers softly "Oh, it's not enough about you, not by a long shot. I've never met anyone that can talk to spirits before."

Trixie was curious. This place was so interesting... Nobody was going to believe this when she went back to Equestria, then again, maybe she wouldn't share this discovery. Call her paranoid, bit she'd rather Discord not have access to such a place.

If that's the way she thinks she and Eli will get along swimmingly. He loves pondering over the nature of magic and spirits and puzzling out the little bits here and there he doesn't quite understand or doesn't encounter very often. He especially adores those he can bounce ideas off of who would grow irritated and impatient with his endless questions.

"A unicorn? Fantastic, I'm so happy to meet you," anything or anyone new was always Eli's favorite thing to discover, "Most people are spirit-deaf, those who can speak with them are a rarity. It's strange that you can't though. Or at least it seems that way to me. Where I'm from those who aren't human can always hear them."

Mysteries abound in this place apparently.

They should get along just fine... provided that he doesn't try to steal anything from her. Trixie doesn't like thieves much. Oh, such things may under some circumstances have a time and a place, but generally thievery is something she finds greatly distasteful.

"It is nice to meet you..." At his explanation, she tilts her head. "Differences in magics perhaps? I could tell something was happening, though I could only hear your side of the... conversation in a way that I could understand."

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Not at all! Eli's no stranger to magical non-humans

^_^ Pardon the thought tldr, sometimes the muses like to take over :p

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