Roleplaying
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After the First Death
After they left, I stood in the reception room for a long time. Just stood there. The silence that settled over the room after I gave the order seemed inescapable, as if even my breath might disrupt the quiet, the heaviness, of that moment. He attacked Drysi. A goblin attacked my daughter. Galyanna and her Talon, Dakkon, Continue reading
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A Peek Into the Life of a Privileged Demifae
Hello. I am Clutie. You might have heard Queen Gwyneth mention me; I’m sure she talks about me a lot, because the fact is she couldn’t live without me. Now, a lot of you probably think that I do nothing but sit around and eat bonbons all the time, but the truth is I do Continue reading
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A Chat With My Daughter….
Talk about something that feels weird to say! Yesterday for once, I wasn’t completely caught up with meetings and suchlike, so I made a cup of tea and spent some time talking with Drysi. It’s so funny: Drysi was the dark crystal. I thought we’d be at odds from day one. And maybe we will Continue reading
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What If….
My children have emerged. That sounds more accurate than saying they are born, since I did not give birth to them. I merely gave life. Merely. The night was such a blessing. Eilian and Drysi arrived talking up a storm to one another, but Bronwen was quiet and new as dew. I won’t go in to Continue reading
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Midsummer’s Night
So many things rising. This week, my week, the week of Midsummer. I flew to check the children and remind them they must come out of the crystals soon, and I happened upon Dyisi and Aoibheann. There is a mystery to be sorted there. Not one I have time to figure out now. A birth, a Continue reading
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Doctor, Doctor, give me the news….
Oh, the things that run through my head! Realm-hopping as we do, we discover a wide variety of music and art, dance and culture if we want it, classy or seedy, take your pick. After a week of satisfying and physical work in Eclectica, we were ready for a change, so we moved on to Continue reading
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Wicked Wylds: Where The Magic Is Real
Once upon a time, there was a collection of people, people whose imaginations were bigger than their back gardens, people whose desire to tell stories and live more than one life captured their thoughts and dreams. A couple of those people created a place where those thoughts and dreams could come to life, and they Continue reading
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Every day a new birth
So I was just waking up yesterday. I was in the pyjamas I’d got in Cambridge; they won’t last long, but they are soft and comfy and oh so very pink. And then there was an unfamiliar presence in the room, and an unfamiliar voice asking where he was. It’s not that this is all Continue reading
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She is clothed in strength and dignity; she laughs without fear of the future
Gwyneth: I’d have said anyone other than me would be more fitting to have this quote from Proverbs apply to them, but I woke to find it painted upon my body. I couldn’t concentrate. I drew wards on my hands. Finally, I went into the village, where I met with Dyisi. Along the way, I don’t Continue reading
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Structural Strain Theory
It’s not like I didn’t have anything to do. I did. I had plenty to do. Bran was on me about, I don’t know, something that needed my seal on it. And sooner or later I’m going to have to have that argument with Wulfrich about whether or not Fae Queens are allowed to have Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Caution: contains poetry.
Three Twisted Knots 