Prompt 10 - Saying Goodbye!

[Breado]

[FangirlTrash]

Paxton stepped back so he could see all of the caravans.
“Huh,” he grunted. “Not going to lie, I am a little disappointed.”
Pax crossed his arms against his chest.
“I came here looking for food, and I only got words. They were really smart too, like I didn’t know how to reply with a intelligent answer for your deep question!”
Paxton paused and stroked his chin.
“But it did get me out of the house for a few days. I almost made some new friends too. I’ve never had someone so interested in me before, those kits were fun. That super cool creepy guy? I hope he believed my genuine, the opposite of fake, secret.”
Pax hesitated before making up his mind. He turned around and headed back to the caravan.
First, Pax snatched a box from Al-Asha when he wasn’t looking and brought it over to the kits.
“It can be anything you want it to be,” Pax whispered to the kits before dropping the box.
Pax trotted past Acheron and arrived at the magical petal keeper.
He quickly pocketed a handful of the petals and darted over to Devin’s caravan.
“For your collection!” Pax called before setting down the petals on a nearby table.
Pax trotted past Mel who he never got a chance to speak with, a strange gingerbread Kalon was taking up the space, and a young Kalon sitting by and campfire who he never spoke to. His last stop was at Bao-Bao’s caravan, where he deposited the rest of the magical petals to.
“Here is a goodbye gift for you!” Pax exclaimed before he turned to continue home.

[ 274 Words ]

A big thank you to everyone who put this event together! It was a blast. <3

[fuiuki]

Lots of self-discovery for Carmel!

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Ryuu mused to himself, that this had been a very, very interesting experience. Originally, he was here to look around the caravans, but instead he was asked some very personal questions, some of which were difficult to answer. But at the end of the day, it was fun to talk with others since he didn’t get the chance to often enough. From flowers that restored memories, to a giant, friendly bull, and from the darkest secrets of them all, it was very interesting to say the least. The kalons in the traveling caravans seemed rather eccentric, a fresh breather compared to how stoic Ryuu knew he could be. Perhaps if he was younger, he would’ve enjoyed to travel like they have. Still, the caravans had attracted many other kalons and he preferred to keep his space.

Even if he had very little to say, and he wasn’t the best at words, he still wanted to leave something for them as he felt a little more comfortable around others. With his agility normally reserved for a sword he wielded, he wrote quite a few notes for the caravan member as he was more comfortable with written words. Once he was done, he quickly folded up the paper into various origami animals, and slid them underneath the caravan doors when they weren’t looking.

Afterwards, he decided to buy a few items from the market with each item catching his eye in some way, in interesting colors and patterns. Soon enough, he slipped out of the crowd to find himself alone again as began to set out back home. With one final look at the caravans, he was once again the lone dragon lord of his homeland.

(284 words)

[Vanillasaur]

Iole says goodbye to her favorite host

[SilhouetteStation]

Frannie sat at the edge of the clearing on a fallen log, quietly watching the caravan pack up. She rested her elbows on her knees, and her chin on her hands. Bittersweet emotions filled her chest, and there was a dull, warm ache somewhere deep. How amazing that this travelling group - these strangers, unafraid of asking personal questions - had left such an impact on her. She hardly knew them, and yet she felt as though she was watching friends leave. Unique, special friends.

She'd already gone around to those she'd spoken to, bonded with, and wished them well. She shared handshakes and hugs. Every touch, every word was another memory to keep of this experience. She knew she wouldn't forget them, this caravan of wagons who parked themselves outside of the city and welcomed the townsfolk into their community.

They'd given Frannie a lot to think about. Where she'd come from, and the memories she had of home. Where she was now, why she was there, and where she was going. All of these questions made her miss the farm, the goats, her parents. They reminded her of home, where her heart belonged. They reminded her that the city, this bustling concrete jungle, was still strange territory. But meeting all of these people, answering their questions, reassured her that right now, she was in the right place. She was helping to expand the family business. She was getting new experiences, ones she wouldn't get back home. She would go back there one day, of course. But she could make memories here, too.

And of course, being here meant she'd been able to meet these wonderful travelers. She'd been able to make new friends, and that's why deep down, she knew, that this wasn't the last time she'd see them. This wasn't a good bye; rather, an assuring kind of see you later.

(312w)

[shinjitaro]

The nerve of this guy! He was asleep the whole event... I guess he's finally waking up.


(me too)

[bakuraas.]

At least saying goodbye in sign-language is pretty easy...

[apprentice_]

  cotton
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the end of something is always bittersweet. fun while it lasted, glad it
happened, you carry memories with you, and one day think, if only i could
be there again, just for a minute.

when you spend most of your time on the road, there are a lot of those
moments, and you know people for just a week before it’s time to go again.
it doesn’t suck any less, leaving, letting an event become memory, but you
get used to it. what’s commonplace can’t always upset you, even if still
you can’t shake off the sentimentality of it all.

cotton grabs his stuff, slings it over his shoulder. this is just one pit stop on
his way to make another hundred more, and he decided a long time ago
that he wouldn’t always have time for goodbyes. sometimes it’s easier to
pack up and go before anyone notices, even if you spend the next month
wondering what one more conversation would have been.

he does look back, though. every time, without fail. just so he can get that
last frame imprinted in his mind, to keep the memory catalogued
somewhere even if someday he’s to forget it. and even if he does, he
knows the people he met still left an impression. so many honestly bizarre
people, surely they’ll stay somewhere deep within him even when he can’t
remember their face or their name or their voice anymore.

bizarre is good. he always misses it the most.

so he glances at the campfire once more, and at the faces around it, and
he waves to no one in particular.

and he leaves.

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[waffle02]

Pomba wanted to participate too!