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The Urge for Going

The Gypsy Davey

The Gypsy Davey

The Gypsy Davey: A man can spend too long in Faerie. It begins to work on the senses. Time stops having any meaning. And the call of the Faire, the great Fantasy Faire, is strong. The Fae seasons align, the horses grow restless, and the vardo starts to look like a settled place. Too long in one place is not for my kind.

Then, the restlessness comes.

Then, the restlessness comes.

Then, the restlessness comes. The feeling that just one more day in this magical place will mean that a tree branch grows through the vardo spokes. The horses have had too much fae grass. And I, I have had too much faery mead and too much dancing on the green, and too much wild fiddle music in the night. And though I can never get enough of the attentions of the Seelie Queen (in truth, she is part of why I stay so long when I stay), a voice in my heart says, “It is time.”

Yea, it is time.

Yea, it is time.

Yea, it is time. Time for packing and saddling, time to plot the course, time to box the wares and remind this year’s fortuneteller how to be a better liar. She’s our charlatan; only when the people really need a future telling does she call me away from tinkering and storytelling and selling what I can.

A long journey

A long journey

A long journey it is (anywhere is a long journey from Faerie!), even when you know our Roads and Ways.

But the Faire, the Faire changes places every year: it is a movable feast of chaos and mayhem, and I love it. I love the smells and the sights. And of course, I love the populace, so wide-eyed and willing to part with their gold and their virtue.

So much to explore and see.

So much to explore and see.

So much to explore and see. You must not be precious at the Great Faire, my mother told me. You must not stick to the familiar; you must be willing to explore places where you feel like an outsider, like an unknown.

A break in work, though, a break in exploring, and suddenly you remember Faerie.

A break in work, though, a break in exploring, and suddenly you remember Faerie.

A break in work, though, a break in exploring, and suddenly you remember Faerie. It fades, that longing, I’m told. After a lifetime. The sharp, swift urge to go back there, to taste another glass of fae mead, to lie in the arms of a sweet-voiced Queen who knows what you are, knows who you are, and does not care that you’ve had more lovers than she has years to live. Her clean, white skin. Her gossamer hair. To be enfolded carried away, wrapped in wings.

Oh, but then you cannot bear it any more.

Oh, but then you cannot bear it any more.

Oh, but then you can not bear it any more. And there is a meadow and a village, and a dance going on somewhere in the near distance—you hear the sweet sound of flutes, and you know, you know, you know, that you are once again the Gypsy Davey, the whistler of women, the lips no woman can resist, and so you whistle and you sing til the green woods ring, and you win the heart of a lady. And even if only for one night, you can be content to be away from Faerie.

This is how I will live my days until the Faire is over, ever-exploring, ever-seeking, never finding, and in the end I know what I will do. I will get the urge for going, going. And I will help pack the wagons and prepare the horses, and I will tell the family I do not know where we are going.

But they all know where we are going: Back to Faerie, they will tease. Back to thee Great Seelie Forest and the Queen in the Treehouse. Not yet though: not yet. For now, I will pretend that Faerie is a distant memory and I am ready to move on. I laugh at myself.

I have been too long in Faerie.

Style Cards:

Yea, It is Time; A break in work:
Skin: 
7 Deadly s{K}ins: Damien, Smoked
Hair: No Match: No Date
Clothes: Gypsy Wolf, Tavern Keeper Thomas (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Ears: Illusions, Seelie Ears (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Pipe: Black Pearls: Storyteller Pipe (wood)
Horns: Oak and Elm: White Birch Horns (Available at Fantasy Faire!)

A Long Journey:
Skin: Birth: Fang Skin, tanned, maori beard
Clothes: Gauze: The Alchemist (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Hair: EMOtions: Ron (brown)
Necklace: Otherskin: Wish Necklace (Available at Fantasy Faire!)

So Much to Explore and See:
Skin:
 7 Deadly s{K}ins: GOR Gacha V5
Hair: EMOtions: Ron (brown)
Necklace: Otherskin: Wish Necklace (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Clothes: PoshTale: Siirist (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Boots: 22679: Jiki-Tabi Blue Leather

Oh, but then you cannot bear it any more:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: Damien, Smoke
Hair: Argrace: Ryo
Necklace: Otherskin: Wish Necklace (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Clothes: Avatar Bizarre: Goblin King

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

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