I should not complain. This is the sort of job any faerie should be proud to have. But there are things about it that drive me up the wall.
For example, Her Majesty did not like that I chose a yellowish skin tone when she told me I needed a more exotic skin colour in order to impress the tourists. So I’ve now gone with something darker, of which she approves. “Oh, good: they’ll think you’re a svart alfar, like TAC, only more presentable to the public and nicer.”
I did at least get to keep the rainbow hair.
Bran decided that I should help him shoot some holiday shots in the village square. “But it’s after Christmas,” I said.
“Nonsense, Angharad: it’s only the fifth day of Christmas, traditionally speaking, and our potential guests want to see what we do in the Realm at Yule time, and you know that’s not just one day. Even though many of them are mortal and Christian, tourists who come here will likely be a little more knowledgeable about the histories of their holidays than the ones we read about so often on those web papers.”
“Web pages, Bran,” I corrected gently.
He scowled. “You and the Queen, always ready with the corrections. Can I help it if I’m ignorant of these things? I do quite like video games, you know.”
Yes, you could help it, I said to myself. “Fine; let’s take some photographs of the Square all decorated for Yule,” I said, this time out loud.
“Wait,” I asked, after about five minutes of Bran snapping photos of me all over the square. “Why do I have to be in all these photos?”
“It’s for the brochure,” Bran replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to say.
“The brochure? Nobody told me about a brochure.”
“Well, we do have to have promotional materials, and you are our hospitality co-ordinator,” Bran explained.
“This is fun, remember?” Bran wanted me to smile. He wanted me to smile a lot.
“Not that much fun,” I retorted. “Do you want me to glamour some fangs or something?”
“Wrong time of the year for that, missy,” said Bran.
“Let’s get you by the postbox with all the presents,” he said.
“Faeries don’t even need postboxes, you know.”
“I know that,” said Bran, “and you know that, but this is a London postbox, and Her Majesty feels nostalgic about her home city, so we try to bring bits of it here for her from time to time.”
“You stole this postbox.”
Bran coughed. “Davey acquired the postbox. I didn’t ask questions.”
“Is that real post sticking out of it?”
“Of course: wouldn’t be authentic any other way.”
“But what about people’s letters?”
“Davey assured me he’d waited until after the last pickup for that day,” replied Bran. “If the postman was late on the pickup, the post can’t have been that important.”
I had no idea what to say to that, so I just let him move me along.
“Now it’s time for the big finish! Lean back a little so I can get most of the tree in the shot, and, yes, big, big smile! Oh, that’s lovely!”
I rolled my eyes, but then I had an idea. “Can you take a close-up shot of me like this?” I asked.
“Are you finally getting into the spirit, when we’re almost finished, Angharad?” he asked.
“Nope. I’m going to send this to my parents back in Cymru. They will hate this hairstyle.”
Lovely Town Dress: The Annex, Ingrid Dress (Available until the 18th of January at The Trunk Show)
Head: LAQ, Gaia Bento Mesh Head
Skin: The Plastik, Elvenne in tone Chennus
Hair: Raven Bell, Chronos hair and Chronos Bento Braid
Ears: Swallow, Pixie Ears
Shoes: Breathe, Vivien Heels
Carousel: IrrISIStible, Carousel (At SWANK until 31 December)
Christmas Trees: Half-Deer, Bottlebrush Christmas Trees
Deer: Love, Fantasy deer, winter prince of the forest
Adorable Weeble Gnomes: Balderdash, Gnome (At SWANK until 31 December)
London Postbox: Love, Christmas Post Box
Festive Lamps: CJ Creations, Winter Street Lamp
Holly Garland and Sparkly Bits: The Looking Glass, Our Festive Joy
Village Square Buildings: SOF Designs, Tudor Building Set
Poses: An Lar