A Passing

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From the player:

Here is the note I posted in email to our friends and family and also on Facebook on Friday morning. My Second Life family is every bit as important to me as my real life family, and I thank all of you for your support and understanding during this difficult time. I hope to get back to a regular blogging schedule within a month or two, but I cannot make any promises right now.

Dear Everyone,

I’m afraid I have some very sad news for you all. After our wonderful Christmas and trip to Sligo, Joe swiftly became very, very ill. While Gavin was still here in London, we had a great family dinner and took the photo that some of you have seen on our Facebook timelines. I’ll include it in this message so you can see us all together as a family. 

The next day, Friday, 22 January, Joe was scheduled to go to Kings College Hospital for a second round of palliative Vinblastin chemotherapy. He’d already had one treatment and the lymph node lump on his left shoulder had shrunk considerably; we believed this treatment was easing his symptoms and helping him out quite a lot. However, the chemotherapy team couldn’t find a usable vein and sent him home to hydrate over the weekend. We made another appointment for Monday.

If Joe hadn’t been in palliative care and if we hadn’t already been informed he was in the final stages of Hodgkins Lymphoma, the hospital probably would have admitted him and given him IV fluids, but as we were adamant about taking care of him in his final weeks as non-invasively as possible, we went home.

Over the weekend, Joe got more and more sick. What began as periods where he would zone out briefly and then come back to us became more and more frequent episodes of what I now know to be called end of life delirium, a condition that results from the confusing messages the brain gets set by the body as systems are shutting down. Joe knew what was happening to him, and when he would come out of these episodes, he enjoyed hearing about what he’d said and we would laugh about it later. He experienced hallucinations about everything from imagining he was on a pirate ship and seeing someone’s plans to take over the world in a mark on a yoghurt pot to explaining to me and Mary Mulholland one morning that his life’s ambition was “to engineer tiny horses, for the children”.

The sad part of the weekend was that he began to require more and more assistance just to get around. His legs were weak to the point where he didn’t feel confident walking from our bedroom to the bathroom; he often had to rest halfway down the four-step staircase between the two rooms. We began to realise that he was going to need a lot more care than we could give at home.

On Monday, I rang the community palliative care team we’d contacted a few days before we left for Sligo and asked for community nursing assistance. Kat from the palliative care team was really helpful and we made plans for her to come round to ours on Tuesday and talk to me about the particulars of Joe’s care.

Then, Joe and I prepared to get him to the hospital for his second chemotherapy treatment after we worked hard to keep him hydrated over the weekend, the haematology doctor on call and the nurse admin for the haematology department, Orla, spoke with both of us and told us they felt more chemotherapy would not benefit him, as his condition was continuing to deteriorate and they felt he should be admitted to hospital.

Joe and I discussed this while he was still lucid, and we decided together that I could not handle his care alone at home and we needed more support than community nursing, a wonderful service but not 24-hour, could provide. We agreed together that we’d admit him to hospital and then have them refer him straight to hospice from hospital. At this time, we also went over his end of life preferences with the haematology registrar and made his wishes for no heroic measures to save his life and no intensive care treatment clear. They agreed to limit the number observations he would have and confine his treatments only to paracetamol to keep his high fevers under control and such drugs as would make him comfortable if he was in pain or needed calming from the agitation they explained he would experience as his systems began to shut down.

On Tuesday, the Kings palliative care nurse, Connie, spoke to me and told me she felt he would be too fragile to move to hospice. While it wasn’t our original wish, we decided together that instead of hospice we would let the hospital find us a side room and we’d have the family around him as much as possible.

All the immediate family and I, including Filomena, Anna, Emily, Andrew January, and Andrew Hogg, spent the next three days almost constantly with Joe. I left the hospital only to sleep on Tuesday night and the rest of the time I stayed in the hospital with him constantly. At this point, Joe was conscious and lucid only intermittently; much of the time he was sleepy and drifting in and out of lucidity. We had a wonderful few hours on Tuesday evening where he was lucid and speaking with all the family. He told us all that he loved us and asked us to let the hospital staff know how much he appreciated the amazing work they were doing to make him comfortable and everything they’d done so far.

We didn’t publicise what was going on to anyone except our very close family—his siblings and a few close friends—because we felt strongly that we needed these few days to say goodbye to him as a family and we didn’t want to be inundated with well-meaning visits and good wishes.

Last night, everyone left around 11.00 pm, and the hospital staff arranged for a cot to be brought in so I could sleep next to his bed. I finally went to sleep about 2.30 this morning. Joe’s breathing at this time was quite laboured and rasping, and hospital staff provided him with morphine to ease the breathing and help with some pain he seemed to be experiencing.

I awoke suddenly around 4.00 am to find that he had passed while I was sleeping.

Joe died peacefully while sleeping comfortably. The immediate family came as soon as I notified them, and we took time to say our goodbyes and discuss the immediate next steps we’d take.

Now, we’re resting at Joe’s and my home, just sort of letting it all sink in.

Of course we will let everyone know when we’ve decided about arrangements for a wake. Joe elected to leave his body to medical science, so there will be no formal funeral, although we may decide on a memorial service at some point in the near future.

I want to thank you all for your constant support, your words of encouragement, your prayers, thoughts, candles, careful applications of holy water, and your love. We are all so grateful for your support. Right now, we’re confining visitors at home to family and very close friends. Please contact us personally via text messages or Facebook messages if you’d like to come round or get in touch, and we’ll let you know if it’s a good time or a good day. I know some of you want to speak to us and hear our voices, but we are grieving and very overwhelmed right now. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for phone calls, or we’ll reach out to you.

To our filk family, we do intend to attend the convention next weekend, and we hope to sing many songs in memory of Joe and come together in the spirit of love and friendship we know he treasured about the filk community.

In sadness and love,
Gwen, Filomena, Anna, Emily, Andrew, and Andrew.

Update from the Blogger / Player

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From the player:

In my last update, I said I’d hope to make at least one story post a week. That hasn’t happened.

Since Joe returned from the aborted drug trial in December, we had a lovely Christmas with the family, followed by a horrific week in the hospital during which he ran scarily high fevers and was pumped full of antibiotics in an attempt to flush his system from all possible infection before beginning a course of palliative chemotherapy meant to ease his symptoms.

At the end of the hospital stay, we had a meeting with the Haemotology nurse/admin who’s assigned to Joe and one of the doctors on the team.

Basically, we were told that Joe needs to get his affairs in order, pronto. When we told Orla (the nurse/admin) that the top of his bucket list was a trip to Sligo, she shuddered visibly and told us this would be a risky trip for him, that he should arrange it within the next two weeks.

So that we did. We made plans to leave for Sligo on the 15th of January, a Friday. On Thursday, he went in for routine blood tests running a high fever and they decided to give him a blood transfusion. All day his temperature had been dropping, but it suddenly spiked during the transfusion, and hospital policy when this happens is to stop the transfusion and test for an allergic reaction.

Orla and the palliative care team fought to keep him out of hospital, but we had to delay the trip for a day as they wanted him the next day to finish the blood transfusion.

I’d like to say the trip to Sligo was magical, and on many levels it was. It was great to see many wonderful cousins and two of Joe’s siblings and some of their children. Staying with cousins Noel and Margaret is always a treat, and Sligo Town and environs are so beautiful even in a bare, windy January. I made pilgrimage to Drumcliffe and saw Yeats’ grave again, found a beautiful harp shawl pin, and we made a couple of trips to Strandhill, which is such a lovely place to walk.

The trip was a real eye-opener for me, however. Joe was really sick the whole time with a few high points where he was able to interact with people. He was not really able to get around much without the wheelchair we rented in advance of Kings Occupational Therapy bringing round a permanent one (that was meant to happen today but didn’t).

Since we’ve been home, his level of sickness has been about the same as it was in Sligo. We have a rescheduled appointment for another round of palliative chemotherapy on Monday and we are hoping it will do a bit to relieve some of his symptoms.

But the truth is, for the first time I’m learning what it’s like to live day to day with a dying person. He’s frustrated, I’m frustrated, we’re both on edge, and there is very little he can do, even little normal things, without my help. We are getting to the point where he’ll need much more care than I can give him, so from next week, the palliative care team have arranged to have someone from the regional nursing team come round as often as three times a day to help with things like assessing his condition, getting food in him and keeping it down, and controlling his increasingly high fevers.

At this point, my pie-in-the-sky dream will be for him to be able to come to Germany with me and celebrate my 50th birthday with the rest of the wonderful DFDF community, but weeks like the past couple make that seem like a longshot. I’m even a little worried about the upcoming UK filk convention, but I have too much invested in that event to miss it at this late date.

So, remember how I said I couldn’t promise anything? I guess I meant it.

Faerie Queen Gwyneth’s life continues, I’m sure of it, I just can’t reach it right now. It’s something I can watch through a window, not something I can connect with.

So I’ll do something I don’t think I’ve ever done here. Some of you know I write songs from time to time.

Here are the lyrics to my latest one. It’s called “Fade Away”.

Fade Away

Fade away fade away fade away fade away fade away.

In London, the ghosts creep through cobblestone alleys
The rooftops are soft with intangible soot
They slip down the Thames through the fields and the valleys
Then out to the sea, where the shadows they lose
Fade away…..

Fade away fade away fade away fade away fade away.

The roses you sent on our last anniversary
Ghosts of themselves, I imagine them still
Whether from wishfulness, something or sorcery
Petals drift down and their colour will soon
Fade away….

Fade away fade away fade away fade away fade away.

Br:
And far from the noise of the street
Up so high that the city recedes
No ghosts here, just the lights and the blinds and the staff
And me
Feeling you
Fade away

Fade away fade away fade away fade away fade away.

And all of the ghosts tugging now at our sleeves
Well, they’re just the trace of the lifetimes they leave
The crowd of them following calling you calling me
Fades to one voice, but it’s you on the wind
Fade away

Fade away fade away fade away fade away fade away.

Just your touch
Just your voice
Just your breath
Just your soul
Fade away

Rumours of My Death?

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From the player:

Many of you know that my husband is a cancer patient. Over the last two months, Joe’s been very ill, in the hospital more than out, and my SL time has been sporadic and erratic.

Up until yesterday, he was involved in a drug trial for a new treatment for Hodgkins Lymphoma, as no other treatments have worked for him. Yesterday, in the hospital in Oxford, we found out that his disease has not arrested or retreated since he’s been on the experimental drug: he’s actually had disease progression. This means he’s off the trial and we will have to go back to his regular doctors for palliative care.

Today, he was released from hospital in Oxford, and we are finally back home in London.

I do not know what my time will be like over the next few months, and I’m sorry for that. I’ll be sending notes to all the great creators who sponsor me to let them know that my life is still in chaos and limbo and my time on SL will continue to be sporadic and erratic.

I will do my best to create one story blog per week here, because Gwyneth’s life continues even if mine seems to be in a strange holding pattern of treatment, care, hospitals, and, finally, widowhood.

Please be patient with me. I may not get posts in ahead of events. I may not blog everything I would like to. I will not compromise my commitment to great photography and consistent storytelling, which means I will continue to take the time necessarily to create a great shot, a great story, an inspiring use of the beautiful clothes, accessories, buildings, and arts and crafts all the wonderful creators I work with create.

Thank you so much for understanding that my real life is going to have to take precedence over my Second Life for a while. All my SL friends and family continue to make the life I’m living lighter and more full of fun, beauty, and laughter. Your bright spirits make my loads lighter.

Love,
Gwen (Knighton, not Enchanted)

On a Winter’s Night

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Gwyneth:

It was snowing, and I had been walking for a long time, in high heels, but I wasn’t tired, not at all. I was also considerably underdressed for the weather. I was wearing this gorgeous chiffon-y thing, the sort of thing that that genius Evangeline Miles might have produced, and who knows? Maybe I snuck in to her Realm and bought a boatload of dresses without realising I’d done it. It’s funny: the We Love Roleplay Realm Faire is open now, and I know her designs are often featured there. I should take some of the Sidhe ladies and head over there: there are so many lovely things to be found at this wonderful Faire, and as we’re now in high Midwinter, there are sure to be special things there for Christmas.

Somewhere along the road, the snow began falling in earnest, so that I could barely see. Vaguely, I remember that the word some of my American friends use for this is white-out. That condition of not being able to see because of too fucking much snow. At some point, I recall being picked up, lifted almost as if by magic, and then there was a sensation of movement.

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Soft fur brushed my cheek.

Soft fur brushed my cheek. As the snow began to fall more softly, I opened my eyes and recognised my own familiar Ballroom. I reached down to feel a strong leg beneath my hand. I felt haunches beneath my legs, and I knew I was being carried, somehow, by some benevolent Incarnation of the Forest God, that he had brought me home from wherever I’d been wandering.

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As I slipped off the stag’s back, I realised my dress had changed colour.

As I slipped off the stag’s back, I realised my dress had changed colour. My wings felt different. Inside me, there was a cold wildness, and I thought of Desirie, the mad demifae queen, and her crimes, her betrayal of our folk and her alliance with the goblins, and worst of all, her rape of the Unseelie Lord Mornoth, whose soul I can see is kind and honourable. So many things ride on the decision I must make about her fate and how it is made. I thought maybe I had been wandering the Land, looking for answers to this question, all these questions. We need so much healing now. The stag’s incredible strength seemed to help me as I stood.

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As I turned to thank him, I could feel a change once again in the dress.

As I turned to thank him, I could feel a change once again in the dress. How funny that my life, all the important things, seem so tied to my outward appearance. I know that as the Seelie Queen, I must be the embodiment of love and beauty, but it never ceases to amaze me that if I wake up one day feeling happy, my clothes, my hair, even my jewellery, reflect that. I giggled to see the holly berries round my brow, and the light cotton of my wings brushed against my shoulders as if to comfort me as I stood. The stag’s eyes, so warm and loving and deep, seemed to reflect the unwavering bond between me and the Land itself. I am the Land of course, and the Forest God is also the Land, but so much more.

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How could I not, in the end, bow before this God of the Forest?

How could I not, in the end, bow before this God of the Forest? As he touched his nose to my lips, I felt a joining, both spiritual and sexual, a re-emergence of my connection with my Land, with my Folk, with the God Himself. He did not speak to me, but I knew, knew in my heart that he would help me on the long road ahead. I knew being Queen would be a challenge. But growing in to the role, learning all those ins and outs, all the intricacies of dealing with Sidhe so much older and more experienced than I, and knowing that I somehow have to bring them all together, lead them all into some understanding, some realisation that together we are stronger than we are apart.

Then, I took the path behind the Ballroom, to the Residence’s back door. I curled up on the couch, before the crackling fire, and fell asleep. When I woke, Nathaniel was curled up behind me, his head resting on my shoulder, and Bran had left a pot of steaming hot chocolate for us both to share when we awoke.

This dress is the Giselle Gown from Evie’s Closet. Once again, Evangeline Miles brings such subtlety and style to a simple dress. Thank you, Evie, for inspiring me. All four colours are available at this month’s We Love Roleplay event.

The poses are from the Le Poppycock La Paix gacha, which is at this months Liaison Collaborative. They are all beautiful and inspiring; not all of them come with the deer, but I chose the ones with the deer because of the story in this post. 

All the hair featured in this post is from the Hairology event, which opened on the 10th of December and fills a much-needed space for us hair addicts!

Style Cards:

“Soft fur brushed my cheek”
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: DeeTaleZ, Around The World, Celtic, Catwa Applier “Reiko” in tone Celtic; additional makeup from DeeTaleZ, “Winter” blush
Head: Catwa Jessica
Ears:
BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium
Eyes:
IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Electric
Hair: Emo-Tions, Adelina (Available at Hairology)
Dress: Evie’s Closet, Giselle Gown in Ice (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Wings: Sax Shepherd Designs, Filigree Wings, Fae Materials
Crown: Junbug, The Sabrina Circlet
Necklace and Bracelets: Alegria, Coraline
Pose: Le Poppycock, La Paix, “Warmth” (Available at The Liaison Collaborative)
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom

“As I slipped off the stag’s back…”
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: DeeTaleZ, Around The World, Celtic, Catwa Applier “Reiko” in tone Celtic; additional makeup from DeeTaleZ, “Winter” blush
Lipstick: SimplyScha, Matte Lipstick for Catwa Mesh Head
Head: Catwa Jessica
Ears: 
BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium
Eyes
IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Electric
Hair: Olive, The Kelly Hair (Available at Hairology)
Dress: Evie’s Closet, Giselle Gown in Lilac (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Wings: Illusions, Apsara Wings
Crown: On A Lark, Crystal Crown
Necklace: Empyrean Forge, Heritage
Pose: Le Poppycock, La Paix, “Bliss”(rare) (Available at The Liaison Collaborative)
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom

“As I turned to thank him…”
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: DeeTaleZ, Around The World, Celtic, Catwa Applier “Reiko” in tone Celtic; additional makeup from DeeTaleZ, “Winter” blush
Lipstick: SimplyScha, Matte Lipstick for Catwa Mesh Head
Head: Catwa Jessica
Ears: 
BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium
Eyes
IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Electric
Hair: Ayashi, Sona (Available at Hairology)
Dress: Evie’s Closet, Giselle Gown in Winter (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Wings: Alegria, Wings of Cotton, Snow
Crown: LaGyo, Clara Berries Wreath
Necklace: Izzy’s, Reindeer Necklace
Pose: Le Poppycock, La Paix, “Trust”(Available at The Liaison Collaborative)
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom

“How could I not…”
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: DeeTaleZ, Around The World, Celtic, Catwa Applier “Reiko” in tone Celtic; additional makeup from DeeTaleZ, “Winter” blush
Lipstick: SimplyScha, Matte Lipstick for Catwa Mesh Head
Head: Catwa Jessica
Ears: 
BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium
Eyes
IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Electric
Hair & Crown: Oblivion, Fantasy 04 (Available at Hairology)
Dress: Evie’s Closet, Giselle Gown in Frost (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Wings: Luas, Tinkerbell Wings, Silver
Necklace: Alchemy, Dreams Choker, Orchid
Pose: Le Poppycock, La Paix, “Faith”(Available at The Liaison Collaborative)
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never leave home without it! 

How Small We Are

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Gwyneth:

When I cannot sleep, I walk the Land. It’s become sort of a peaceful duty for me.

Now, in Winter, now that we are truly in its grasp, I’m as enchanted by how beautiful the world is in its near-death sleep, almost as enchanted as I am by the first buds of spring or the overwhelming scent of the rosebushes coming in to bloom later in the year.

And yet, last year, I slept like this too, as if I were hibernating. Any movement I made seemed somnambulant. The bower grow wild around me, and I found myself, when I awoke, sleeping outdoors in a bed grown from a tree. If Nathaniel and Wren hadn’t been on hand to wake me up, I don’t know what I’d have done when I finally regained consciousness. Maybe I’d be in that forest still.

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But in the winter bower, even in the ballroom, everything looks smaller.

Now that it’s possible to see through the leafless trees, I realise how small my little bower really is. How fragile it is. How nearly everything can be seen from everywhere else. If I turn around, I can see Wren’s treehouse, the Storyteller’s House, the council table, my own house, the children’s houses.

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Everything, so out in the open.

Everything, so out int he open. Trees laid bare by winter. I think folk, Fae and mortal alike, must be similar in this. When you strip all the leaves, the outward trappings away, you must be able to see right through us.

How small my world has grown, how insular. I must find a way to open it back up, to see more things, invite more folk in, be more than I am now. How is it, in my weakest time, that I decide to do such things? Things that require strength and fortitude, things I’m not sure I have.

But here, Universe. Here is my call to you, my plea: send me folk to wander in my forests. Bring me lives to cherish and get to know. Find my spiritual brothers and sisters, and call them here. Call them home.

Are you interested in fantasy role-play that transcends the usual narrow spaces in which we place both human and non-human characters? Would you like to explore a world rich in myth, lore, history, and of course, gossip? Take a look at the Wicked Wylds web page and if you like what you see, contact one of the admins in-world and talk to us. We are all seasoned role-players, and Wylds is a place like no other, where characters are encouraged to grow and take matters in to their own hands, where story unfolds as we create it. Come for a visit. Stay for the Unseelie Mead! 

Style Card:
Body: 
Maitreya Lara
Skin: Izzie’s, Taleah Catwa applier in Frost, Maitreya and SLink body appliers in Frost
Head: Catwa Jessica
Hair: Damselfly, Anniston (Available at Tres Chic)
Crown: Junbug, The Sabrina Circlet
Ears: BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Eyes: IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Ghost
Dress: Evaline In The Box, Gytha Dress & Cloak in Red (Available at Fair Play, which opens on 1 December, in just a couple of days!)
Shoes: Aisling, Tess Orty Shoes, Faded (even if you can’t see them!)

In the bower:
Seelie Queen Residence
: LAQ, Picturesque Cottage
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom
Gazebo: Cerridwen’s Cauldron, Seelie Gazebo, Wide
Council Table & Chairs: Noble Creations, The Round Table (Available at  We Love Roleplay)
Trees: Studio Skye, Enchanted Woods

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never leave home without it! 

Fair Play opens on the first of December and runs through the seventh of January. Make sure to check out the Advent Calendar there, where you can get a beautiful free item every day!

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A Dream of Winter

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Gwyneth:

My dreams grow more intense. I had the most haunting dream the other night, and I wasn’t sure about all the messages there seemed to be in it at the time, but now I think it must be about protection, and unity.

 

 

 

 

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I was standing in a place that I knew to be my Bower, though it was much changed.

I was standing in a place that I knew to be my Bower, though it was much changed. There was new snowfall everywhere, and I came to myself in a little copse of trees, all alight by some magic. How beautiful, I thought. I noted the house behind me, but it seemed obvious that I had just come from there. And there was a path, and you know how sensible these things seem in dreams: I walked down it.

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Everywhere, there was the mist that I have come to associate with thick, Fae magic.

Everywhere, there was the mist that I have come to associate with thick, Fae magic. To my right, I spied a gazebo that I was sure I’d seen before, and two little houses were on my left. I knew instinctively that these were Drysi and Eilian’s residences, and I wondered for a moment why there was no residence for Bronwyn. I made a mental note to ask Dyisi whether or not she’d seen anything about Bronwyn’s future. Perhaps Bronwyn is in some kind of danger. Then again, half the time I don’t know where she is anyway. At least, now that the number of injured we have just seen come through the Bower has convinced Eilian that books are more interesting than pretending to be a warrior, he can be counted on to be in his room studying most of the time, and I have some hope that he might turn out to be more sensible than I’d feared. And Drysi, well. I just hope our relationship continues to improve.

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But something else caught my eye.

But something else caught my eye. At the end of the path, there was a circle of purple flowers. I laughed to think of flowers in the snow. In their midst, there was a statue of a spring goddess, or I assumed she was some aspect of spring or summer: she certainly wasn’t dressed for the snow. I found that I was holding, somehow, five votive candles, which I placed around her feet and lit: three for our Realms of Earth, Sea, and Sky, one for the creative initiator of Fire, and one to the Shining Ones.

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Then I turned and saw what looked like  a garden wall.

Then, I turned and saw what looked like a garden wall. But no ordinary garden, no. I could already see what peeked over the edges. It was our somewhat wilful Sithen Rose. I smiled to myself to see that someone had made it a much more secure enclosure than Davey’s well-meaning stonework, but then as I got closer I saw the gypsy’s mark on the gate post and smiled to myself.

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I swear, if ever there were a more menacing plant, I have not met it.

I swear, if ever there were a more menacing plant, I have not met it. Nor would I want to. As I entered the garden, one of the roses lifted up and followed my progress round the still-existing stone enclosure, and I could swear I heard a hiss. The Sithen Rose at the old Seelie Sithen in Ashbourne was a much more benign plant than this. I wonder if it’s exposure to Maric’s roses that has made it so, well, odd. I left the walled garden quickly, resolving to have that very structure built the moment I woke up.

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When I left the walled garden, I found the familiar field of flowers, blooming even in the snow.

When I left the walled garden, I found the familiar field of flowers, blooming even in the snow, and my beloved reading house. As I walked round, I saw that Wren’s treehouse still looked intact, so no need to worry about her future, at least for the moment.

The paths, now covered over with snow, seemed the same, though the central one now pointed toward the gazebo I’d rounded on my way to the Sithen Rose.

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As I drew closer, I realised the gazebo was more than just a decorative piece of the garden.

As i drew closer, I realised the gazebo was more than just a decorative piece of the garden. Beneath its mosaic roof was a council table with many seats.

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Of course, as with everything in dreams, this felt significant.

Of course, as with everything in dreams, this felt significant. Reflexively, i reached for the necklace I wore, then discovered that it felt unfamiliar. I looked down to find I was wearing an exquisite, perfect dragon, with a crystal clutched in its talons. The workmanship was so familiar. How odd that I didn’t remember purchasing this dragon necklace from anywhere, and how odd I’d have a dragon symbol at all: I just don’t think all that much about dragons, unless they’re Lilacor. Was I now being protected somehow by a dragon?

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I couldn’t resist a little play when I finally got to the beautiful and impressive looking council table, with its big wooden chairs.

I couldn’t resist a little play when I finally got to the beautiful and impressive looking council table, with its big wooden chairs. “Oh, Lord Daecharion. How awful to see you. Do please take a seat: I’ve iced this one specially for you.” This made me cackle like a madwoman in my dream.

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Still, there’s no denying the beauty and workmanship of this table.

Still, there’s no denying the beauty and workmanship of this table, even if all I could think to do with it on first glance was insult that stuffed old prick Daecharion. I did wonder what it meant, though: are we to be at war again? Will we be drawing up treaties? Are we to come together with other Fae royals from different realms and try to make sense of the cosmos?

All these questions started jumbling together in my head, and then next thing I knew, I was waking up in my own familiar bed.

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Well, the bed was at least familiar.

Well, the bed was at least familiar. Nothing else was. Oh, joy: a new season, a new Bower. I went to explore to see if my dream was true, and I found a magical ladder, similar to the ones that we had in my lovely Treehouse, to take me down to the new Residence’s main level.

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I descended in what I could only imagine must be intended to be Nathaniel’s office.

I descended to what I could only imagine must be intended to be Nathaniel’s office. It was full of dark wood and purple and old books. Not that I don’t like old books, mind.

 

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Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw the kitchen!

Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw the kitchen! No more sneaking to a different building to get a midnight snack! And the table is the same one from the coffee pavilion in the old place, so that’ll be familiar at least to the children. I must go round and inspect their little houses later on.

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And the rest of the main level!

And the rest of the main level! Such huge windows, and my beautiful desk, and a big window seat, and an artist’s corner with an easel! I suppose this means the Shining Ones want me to explore art again. I haven’t been painting in such a long time.

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And now I imagine the bower as a snow globe.

And now I imagine the bower as a snow globe. A little circle of light. How funny it would be, to live in a snow globe.

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There are dragons, and wolves, above the fireplace.

There are dragons, and wolves, above the fireplace. And I’ve been a brunette since I woke up from my dream. I don’t know what that means, either. But I am so happy not to be asleep again, like last year. I never want to sleep through another season. I think, had I not been sleeping, My King Janus might still be with me. I miss him every single day.

Style Cards:

Gwyneth in Red
Body:
Maitreya Lara
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Vlinder, version 8a, Catwa Applier, in skintone Apricot (Available, along with Maitreya and SLink appliers, at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store)
Head: Catwa Jessica
Hair: Calico, Theia (Available at The Secret Affair)
Crown: Noble Creations, Gold Crown (Group Gift at the Noble Creations Main Store)
Ears: BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Eyes: IKON, Spectral Eyes, Gold
Dress: The White Armory, Crystal Solstice Gown, Ruby
Necklace: Otherskin, Gaurdians Mercury Tigereye (An Advent Calendar Gift at the upcoming Fair Play [opens 1 December])
Wings: Deviance, Sidhe Wings, Briar Rose (Rare)
Shoes: Junbug, Valkyrie Sandals, Red (even if you can’t see them!)

In the bower:
New Seelie Queen Residence
: LAQ, Picturesque Cottage
Children’s Houses: KTZ Houses, Pashoot
Statue: Paper Moon, Visage Stone Statue (Rare)
Flower Ring: The Looking Glass, Dream Fields Circle
Sithen Rose Walled Garden Enclosure: Spargel & Shine, Jardin Marisol (Available at Cosmopolitan)
Sithen Rose Inner Enclosure: Artisan Fantasy, Maiden Tor Stone Wall
Sithen Rose: The Looking Glass, Hearts Like China Roses
Flower Field: The Looking Glass, Ichi Fields
Stone Circle: Gor Con, Menhir Circle (Ultra Rare)
Storyteller’s House: 8f8 Storyteller’s Burrow (Rare)
Gazebo: Cerridwen’s Cauldron, Seelie Gazebo, Wide
Council Table & Chairs: Noble Creations, The Round Table (Available at  We Love Roleplay)
Trees: Studio Skye, Enchanted Woods
Signposts: 8f8, Storyteller’s Burrow, Sign Post and Direction Post
Snow-Covered Paths: Happy Mood, Dirt Road
Cobbled Paths: [DDD] Stoney Path

Gwyneth in Jeans
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Vlinder, version 8a, Catwa Applier, in skintone Apricot (Available, along with Maitreya and SLink appliers, at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store)
Head: Catwa Jessica
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!) Gwen
Ears: BentBox, Sylvan Ears, Medium (Available at  We Love Roleplay)
Eyes: IKON, Spectral Eyes, Gold
Shirt: Kitja, Nile Shirt, Grey (Available at Uber)
Jeans: Spirit, Abba Jeans (Available at Uber)
Boots: aDiva, Kenya Moto Boots
Necklaces:
Otherskin, Gaurdians Mercury Tigereye (An Advent Calendar Gift at the upcoming Fair Play [opens 1 December])
BAMSE, Moon Necklace (Rare) (Available at The Fantasy Collective)

In the House:
Bed
: Tarte, Enchanted Slumber
Nathaniel’s Office
Bookcases: 8f8, Storyteller’s Burrow, Grand Cabinet, Double Bookcase
Furniture: Artisan Fantasy, Valezquez Set, Hacienda Reading Bench
Kitchen
Table, Chairs, Benches: Trompe Loeil, Laney Table
Back Kitchen Fixtures: [DDD], Victorian Little Kitchen
Coffee Decor: Kunst, Coffee Gacha (Available at Shiny Shabby)
Food Prep Table: Ginger Line: Double Wood Basic Counter
Lamp: Velvet Whip, Moon Lamp (ultrarare) (Available at the Fantasy Gacha Carnival)
Fireplace Shield Decor: Artisan Fantasy, Symbolic Shields Triple Wolf (ultra rare) and Dragon Triquetra (rare)
Living Room
Couches, tables, and candles: Artisan Fantasy, Hacienda Living Room
Desk: Tia, Diplomat’s Desk
Easel: Solarium, Medhir Woods Easel and Painting
Artist’s Table and Bench, plus decor: Apple Fall, Old Stained Table and Old Stained Bench; Red Tea Towel, and Liberty Sketchbook
Curtains: ASO, Vintage Curtain (Available at The Fantasy Collective)
Kitten Painting: Antique Artistry, Yard Long Painting, Kittens
Lamp: Velvet Whip, Moon Lamp (rare)

Snow Globe: Turnip’s Skydome 2.0

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never leave home without it! 

Fair Play opens on the first of December and runs through the seventh of January. Make sure to check out the Advent Calendar there, where you can get a beautiful free item every day!

I’m absolutely chuffed to have been selected to blog for Noble Creations, whose beautiful things I’ve bought and enjoyed for some time now. I only blog stuff I love.

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Gwyneth:

Everyone is handling the aftermath of our little war (please let it be over!) differently. Dyisi, though depleted in strength, has continued selflessly to do things for the Realm. Her loyalty, strength, and grace under pressure are unmatched. Drysi continues to bug me about going to London on a shopping trip, and we will, we will, just as soon as I have my shit together. Which could be… yeah. Wulfrich is training new recruits to make up for our losses during the battles, Bran is helping out in the infirmary when he can, and Nathaniel is spending a lot of time in his office going over notes and figures and whatever else he does in there. I’d say Internet porn, but, you know. No Internet in Faerie. Arahaelon is healing up nicely, and I’m looking forward to spending some time with him once he’s better. Maric and Aoibheann are missing, presumed in some other realm or in mutual comas. But, you know. That’s how those two always react to a crisis.

Me? Heh.

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It’s funny you should ask that….

It’s funny you should ask that…. You see,

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I’ll admit it: I found myself feeling rather self-destructive after all was said and done.

I’ll admit it: I found myself feeling rather self-destruct after all was said and done.

Why? I have no idea. I’m still not much of a drinker, so I hopped to a nearby realm and bought a pack of cigarettes and just about fucking killed myself trying to smoke for the first time in years (I’d quit ages before the accident).

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But while I was there, I discovered the coolest thing!

But while I was there, I discovered the coolest thing! OK, I was in Shoreditch, where everything is cool: I walked down from the Box Park toward Liverpool Street Station, figured I’d get a bite to eat somewhere in tragically hep Shoreditch and environs. My bus dumped me before Liverpool Street, so I got out to wait for the next one and tried to smoke again, with absolutely no results. This guy was watching me and he pointed across the street to a place called House Of Vapes. OK… So I went in to this place and discovered there is such a thing as an electronic cigarette.

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Now of course, it won’t last long in the Wylds.

Now, of course, it won’t last long in the Wylds.

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But I love this little thing!

But I love this little thing! Never mind that I have to realm-hop to recharge it and it’s going to disintegrate on me probably before the week is out: I can always get another one, and they’re not too expensive unless you really get in to them the way people in Shoreditch are in to things.

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How fun, to be smoking, but not coughing, not inhaling burning paper!

How fun, to be smoking, but not coughing, not inhaling burning paper! And the guys in the shop were all activists; they pointed me to places I could ring so I could tell my MP that e-cigarette bans (omg what a funny word, e-cig!) were bad and wrong, and pointed me to a dozen health studies underwritten by the NHS and other reputable agencies, which prove that electronic cigarettes are far less dangerous than their “analog” (omg what another funny word!) cigarettes. I nodded politely and smiled. They gave me a cylinder of liquid nicotine that tastes like blackcurrant preserves and another one that tastes like a gin and tonic!

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So I suppose you could say I’m wasting time on whatever will take my mind away.

So I suppose you could say I’m wasting time on whatever will take my mind away from it all.

Of course, in the near future, I have a Yule Ball to plan and dozens of holiday parties to attend, but I’m just not going to think about that right now.

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Right now, I’m going to try not to think, at all.

Right now, I’m going to try not to think, at all.

Style Card:

Head: Catwa Jessica
Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin: DeeTaleZ, “Amanda” Catwa applier in Celtic, Maitreya and SLink appliers in the same shade for body, hands, and feet.
Lipstick: Modish
Eyes: IKON, Sovereign Eyes, Electric
Ears: BentBox Sylvan Ears, Medium (Available at We Love Roleplay)
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!) Rae (New at the Analog Dog Main Store)
Dress: Evie’s Closet, Ysara in Red for 20 Twenty and available at Evie’s Closet Main Store
Wings: Astralia, Warrior Wings (rare)
Tattoo: White Widow, Neverland (Available at Enchantment)
Arm and Leg Vines: Candy Cyanide, Eva
Boots: 22769, Jika-Tabi Red Leather
E-Cig: NikotiN, Grenade Vape
Stone Circle: Gor Con, Menhir Circle
Flower Field: The Looking Glass, Ichi Fields
Forest: Studio Skye, Enchanted Woods

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never leave home without it!