The Campsite · 7:33pm Apr 4th, 2015
It was a road like any other. It stretched between two settlements in the periphery of Equestria. Specifically it connected a minor hamlet that capitalized on an exotic fishery and the village where the nearest market was. Here it was the middle of such a road. Roughly equal distance between the two locations were few ponies traveled and fewer still met.
Some small distance from the road was a fire. The flickering light of the fire cast cheery shadows across the two wagons and their unicorn drivers.
The wagon farther from the road was an elaborate structure designed to fold out into a stage and function as a portable shelter.
The wagon closer to the road was simpler and smaller. The only defining feature was the glass jars sitting row upon row within. Most of them were empty but not all.
The shadows danced shifting flickering back and forth more violently then the shifting flames that spawned them. Voices raised in anger.
In the morning one wagon left.
It would be some time before the other was found.
