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[h1]Yosri Dali Kadir[/h1]
[b]Time[/b]:11:00
[b]Location:[/b] :Festival at the park
[b]mentions:[/b] [@Lava Alckon] [@Tae]
[h3][b]First post:[/b] Hello there, call me Dali[/h3]
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His first steps on dry land, were as unsteady as he had feared. Days on the twisting and turning waves of sea, had given Dali a sway in his step. Perhaps others would assume he was drunk, which was not that unlikely for him, but not this early on the day. The haze of alcohol and other, bad for your health indulgences, were best kept until the shroud of darkness had set in. He took in a deep breath, the salt on the wind was stinging his nose, but not as much as the first day on sea. He had never traveled over the sun kissed sea's, to seek the knowledge beyond them. The land beyond them a great mystery to be diven into, to discover and unravel new secrets. He could not wait to discover what these lands had in store for him, what the gods had planned for him. 

Dali paid the sailors well to make sure they would not go through his belongings to find better payment. His cargo was precious and perhaps....a tad dangerous as well. With all his potions and concoctions safely tucked between straw. His instruments neatly wrapped to make sure each and every one of them would survive the voyage. His cargo would be delivered to his room, wherever that might be located. He was sure he would be somewhere near his fellow kin, now all Dali needed to do was find them. So, still with a swaying step, he swung his bag with belongings, to precious to leave behind in the hands of salty sailors, over his shoulder and walked further into the harbor of Sorian. 

[color=007236]"Inshallahs"[/color] he muttered as he walked through the streets. this world was so very different from where he had come from. Their houses were build differently, their choice of dress was so very different from what he was used to. Dali stuck out like a sore thumb, and his hopes of finding his kin rose with each step. He reached his hand up to touch his head jewel, dangling on his forehead. He tapped it two times, each for one of the greater gods. Dali sighed, followed by a deep breath, and returned to his journey. Each step was one closer to where the gods needed him to be, so he kept on walking. Trusting in the Djin of the wind, to guide him as they had on the seas. His place to be, turned out to be a festival of sorts. The people of Sorian had come here to be entertained, and spend time with their loved ones and family. 

Dali stopped in his steps, and looked at a big brother trowing balls at a stack of cans. If he toppled them, he would win a prize for the little sister tugging at the hem of his shirt. The boy trew and hit, but not all of the cans had been toppled over. He still had one ball left to make it count. With determination in his eye's the boy trew... and missed. Sad and angry he bit his lip, and turned to his sister, who had that typical pouting disappointment only little girls could have on their face. 
"I am sorry, I have no more money on me. We need to go find Mother and father first" he said and the pout on the girls face grew more. Dali laughed and pulled a coin out of the purse hidden beneath his flowing garment. 
[color=007236]" here son, try it one more time. if you have faith, surly you will hit your mark"[/color] Dali said and tossed the coin to the man behind the stall. As expected he did get a very strange look from the boy, but when the game master handed him three more balls, the boy went back to work. 

Dali looked as the first ball was trown, and missed. [color=007236]"Djin, guide him"[/color] he said soft and watched as the boy took a deep breath, focused and trew the ball again, and hit. The cans fell with a clatter on the ground. With only two left standing besides one another, the boy tossed the ball one more time. Determination and concentration plastered on the boys face. Dali turned around to walk away, he had faith that the ball would hit its target. and it did not take him more that five steps to hear the sound of cans hitting the ground and a loud cheer to follow that noise. Big brothers always looked out for their younger siblings, an unwritten law. How long had it been since he had last seen his older brother... or Saiya. 

A long awaited reunion was destined to happen here, in this strange land. And who else would he meet here? What else would be his plight to fulfill. Dali's step, now less that of a drunken sailor,  continued on. Perhaps his kin would be here, or the Djin had not blown him into the crowded temporary streets of this festival.