The Hazards of Contemporary Life, According to The Amazing Catwoman

First of all, they always put you up in a place with a name that only sounds good. “423 Windsor Terrace, LakeView, Limenós” sounds pretty posh, doesn’t it?

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Yeah. Only the view was posh.

Yeah. Only the view was posh.

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The rest was Neo-Modern Flophouse, but I was only there for one night, so.

The rest was Neo-Modern Flophouse, but I was only there for one night. At least there were no bugs in the bed, and it’s not like it was dirty. Everything was reasonable, just not as nice as the view. Well, the armchair was pretty good.

I was only there for a quick job, and then it was onto a train to a ferry port and out to Awenia, where I was still mostly hiding out in the big forest and keeping far away from her up in Faerie. One of those “What Could Possibly Go Wrong” moments could have happened right then, except I was too smart for it. Totes McGoats.

All I had to do was show up at the Limenós main train station, cast a spell on a couple of marks, and then slip down into the station to head for the Dragonstar, and then home, or as close as I get to it these days. Simples. I didn’t even have to work too hard on the glamour, though of course it’s still not OK to be Svart Alfar no matter what Stupid Event Or Other has convinced people it’s OK to be Elfy in public or whatever.

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Gotcha! Spell went off without a hitch.

Gotcha! Spell went off without a hitch; these two marks couldn’t see Elfin magic for whatever reason, and I didn’t stick around to find out what the premixed spell was actually going to do to them; that’s above my pay grade most of the time. I was just happy they were parked on a side street and about to engage in the time-honoured tradition of pre-trip snogging to notice a shady elf in leather lurking around behind them. I do like it when they give me these jobs within walking distance of the getaway train, though. Makes for better reading, less indigestion, you get the picture. With an hour to go before my train left, I had enough time to get a good seat, maybe even upgrade a class and put my feet up for the ten-hour trek to the ferry port.

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There is no escape.

And although I was sure I wasn’t followed down into the subway that led to the Dragonstar platform, there is at least one entity I can’t get away from, and that’s her. Ever since it became socially acceptable across multiple Realms to be supernatural, She has been getting work as a model for some perfume company, and this fucking “We’re All Mad Here” advert has been everywhere. You can’t open a fucking magazine or in this case walk down a set of fucking steps without being fucking bombarded.

Yeah. This was all I needed. I should be steeled to it by now, but I just can’t move beyond being angry with regard to that little situation where she kept me prisoner for half a year and then didn’t even bother to talk to me. And then her house got blown up and she had other things to worry about. Bleah. I was going to need chocolate on the train, and lots of it. Luckily, Limenós is famous for very good chocolate, and I knew just the place to get some of the hot, liquid variety before I boarded the train and probably some of the dark, melt-in-your mouth type as well.

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Of course, then things got a little more complicated.

Of course, then things got a little more complicated.

Great. Of all the entities to run into at the bottom of a subway, I have to meet quite possibly the most attractive dark unicorn I’ve ever seen.

Now, if you’ve ever played the The Amazing Catwoman Home Game, you know that I once had to dress up as a fantasy novel cover and tag unicorns at some stupid unicorn preserve. And let’s just say that not very much has changed in the last three years since I had to do that gig.

So that’s why the unicorn looked at me and said, in a voice that brushed soft like feathers against my mind, because they don’t usually speak out loud, “Well met, elf maiden. Why must you cover your beautiful skin?”

I sighed. “You’re not long off the preserve, are you?”

“Long enough to know that companions such as you are a rarity here,” he replied smoothly.

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I tried to find a way to blame this on her.

I tried to find a way to blame this on her. Clearly the advert had summoned the worst possible encounter possible for me.

“Look, I’m sure you’re very nice and all….”

“You couldn’t pronounce it,” he said.

“Do you think I don’t know that? I’m sure you’re very nice and all, but I’ve got a train to catch.”

“Are you on the Dragonstar? That’s my destination as well. These Limenóans aren’t very good at recognising magical needs though, are they? They keep trying to give me apples. I mean, apples are OK….”

“…but chocolate is better.” I couldn’t resist.

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“You are so right!”

“You are so right!” He brought himself up to his full height, which was considerably taller than me.

“I don’t suppose, if you’re heading for the Dragonstar as well, that you’d mind getting a friendly mythical beast a bit of the old bitter cacao?”

I rolled my eyes. “I could trouble myself, but I’m in rather a hurry.”

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He struck a gait.

He struck a gait. “Not to brag, but I’ve got a first class ticket and unicorns are always allowed a female travelling companion.” He snorted. “It’s meant to keep us calm.”

Suddenly this was all looking a bit more attractive. And besides, assuming someone did decide to come looking for me, who looks more innocent than an elfin maid (yes, fine!) accompanying a majestic unicorn? “Well, since you’ve appealed to my higher nature,” I said….

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And that’s how I found myself on the back of a dark unicorn.

And that’s how I found myself on the back of a dark unicorn, buying chocolate at the poshest chocolate shop in the Limenós Main Station (and that’s pretty posh), and getting a quarter car to myself in first class with stable space for a unicorn and a bed three times as comfortable as the one I slept in last night.

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I have no idea how long I’ll stay the travelling companion of a dark unicorn.

I have no idea how long I’ll stay the travelling companion of a dark unicorn, but things will rarely be dull. And who knows? It could be the start of a beautiful relationship. I can’t believe I actually just said that.

Sometimes, while my life is never exactly straightforward, it does not suck to be me.

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A Dream of Wings

Why would I dream about wings, you might ask? You might think that since I’m Sidhe, I can have wings whenever I want, so I have no need of flying dreams.

You’d be wrong: everyone has flying dreams. But this one, I think, was more about the wings themselves than about flying.

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Encased in glass…

Encased in glass, my only companion a rose. It might have been watching that live-action remake of Beauty and the Beast the other night. There was something disconcertingly dark about the whole thing, but we are coming into that time of the year, aren’t we?

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Just me and a rose. Where have I heard this story before?

Just me and a rose. Where have I heard this story before? Then again, I was always the only person not afraid of the Sithen Rose. Possibly that was unwise on my part, but I’d rather not be afraid of things if I don’t have to be.

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Of course, there is always the chance that I am slightly more intelligent than the rose.

Of course, there is always the chance that I am slightly more intelligent than the rose. Of course, if that’s the case, why am I in this glass case? I do, after all, have wings.

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Wings, and wings upon wings.

Wings, and wings upon wings. Like most flying dreams, this one ended with me falling, falling into nowhere, and awakening with a start.

There is nothing lovelier, though, than having wings. No matter the colour, size, or number of spiderwebs. Wings are wings.

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A New Forest?

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The Gypsy Davey:

The season for the Great Faire came and went, and I went about my business silently this year. Although there were many beautiful things to see, and many beautiful women to woo, but some of the scars from the last Faire remain. If it hadn’t been for Dyisi and her cure for the Elf Sickness, I might be pining after the Faerie Queen still.

As luck would have it, or not have it as the case may be, I ran in to some trouble in Dangarnon. A gentleman with whom I have a passing business acquaintance took it upon himself to accuse me of cheating him in a deal. Of course I did not cheat him, but the insults regularly thrown at the Romany create prejudice that holds true wherever one is in the great universe. So I ran. And as soon as I got to one of those places where the Realms meet, I asked the goddess to send me to a place of safety, a haven.

And then I found myself in a lush forest, with trees so big I could hardly imagine they were real. It smelled wet and mossy, and the ferns grew as high as my head in some places. I saw, down a hill, a familiar silhouette. And wouldn’t you know it, there she was. Dyisi. Oh, how I’d missed her. I wandered down to the edge of the lake where she stood.

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Well Met by Moonlight?

“Well, well. Well met by moonlight, it would seem”, I said, as I walked down the slope to join her. “Dyisi. It’s been some time”. I looked around, surveying the pond, the moonlight on the water, the fireflies. “What sort of place is this? I feel such a sense of quiet here.”

 

At first the satyr didn’t seem to hear the familiar voice while she stands under the pale light of the moon.  There is that ever presence of serenity that flows out from her in gentle waves.. but there is also this strong undercurrent of loss, sadness, and grief that has permanently grown within the currents.  Of course she senses him, she had the moment the gypsy arrived in this dark verdant forest.

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“Humans, they call this forest Olympics”,

“Humans, they call this forest Olympics.”  She finally answers him, though gives no more to it.  In fact her tone sounds more hollow to their normal evenness.  The satyr doesn’t even move to look at him..  her gaze stays stead fast to the water before them.

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“I thought the Olympics were some kind of sports competition”.

“I thought the Olympics were some kind of sports competition,” I replied. I might have smirked. “Smells different here than the King’s Forest. Not so much smoke. And, something, hm. Something a bit mossy about it all.” I caught the sense of loss, of course: I’m a Gypsy, not a banker. “You…” I paused, considered, took a breath. “You seem sad, Dyisi.” That was it: I left it up to her to tell her story. “The moon on the water,” I said, to give her another conversational road to take. “It’s always so beautiful isn’t it? Like the goddess gave her face to the surface.”

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“Is rainforest.”

“Is rainforest..” My humour didn’t seem to register with her at all.  In fact she seemed to want to move away from me, let me just continue on my own.  Instead, though, she folded her ears back, which I always feel means there’s something she’s not telling me. Then again, there’s always something she’s not telling me. “Rainforest.” Again a simple explanation to their surroundings. “Why are you here?”  And her ton was more irritated than curious, I’m sad to say.

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“I never know why I’m anywhere, to be honest.”

“I never know why I’m anywhere, to be honest,” I replied. “I ran afoul of some rough fellows in Dangarnon, during the Great Faire. I fled, of course: I’m a lover, not a fighter. When I got to one of the places where two Realms converge there, I just wished to be in a safe haven, if only for a little while.” I smiled again, trying to open her up. I hoped it would work. “And here I am.”

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Her brows furrowed.

Her brows furrowed, if only for a moment before she turned to look off into the darkness of the forest.  Just after I’d spoken my wish for a safe haven, this deep piercing howl from off in the distance joined in with the various other nightscape sounds.  Including a baleful sound from a loon.  “If you wish safe.. mayhaps village on nearby island then.  Noht that ..safe.. is anything more than illusion of mind.”  Bitter. She sounded bitter. I sensed something terrible had happened, but I did not know how to find out at that moment, and I’ve learned it’s better to walk away than to press Dyisi when she doesn’t want to talk about something. My senses told me she’d lost something, something too great for her to bear.

And that was that: she spoke no more to me.  I stood in silence, not far away from her, for a little while, then walked my silent way around to the other side of the pond. She’d mentioned a village on a nearby island: as long as I was in this place, why not educate myself a little more on my surroundings, I reasoned. The night noises were beginning to get to me, finally, and that’s unusual for me. I found myself walking more quickly away from the pond than I’d approached it. Another howl came from the distance, back in the direction from which I’d come. Ahead of me, I thought, there came another sound: the distinctive hooting of an owl. And so, as cautiously as I could while still trying to move swiftly, I made my way to the shoreline and began to search for a nearby island. The owl hooted again. Was it an omen?

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The Gypsy Davey:
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.Charm. Moon belly chain
.Eldritch. Bog Cailleach Vial
[Since 1975] Minigoggles
Earthstones Belly Ring – Kabbalah Tree of Life
Noodles – Luna Chain Top
RO – Hipster Bag – Coffee
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Soedara Pearl Berjuang Tari Bindi
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Leo Tail
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Tiki Tattoo – UPOLU

Shape and Staff – Self Made

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

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Hope in Blackmoor

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Gwyneth:

Rest turns to sleep, sleep turns to dreams, and the FaireLands turn over into a new day. A day that made me realise something. Well, a lot of somethings, but we’ll get to those in a minute or twenty, as soon as I’ve collected my thoughts.

Our universe, our metaverse, is full of a million wonders. And I, without humility (what Sidhe is possessed of humility?) can say that I am one of those wonders. But the magicians who make the FaireLands? The magicians behind the magicians who create this once-a-year spectacle of light and sound and literature? These are the wonder-makers.

It’s because of those magicians, in so many ways, that I can be who I am: Gwyneth Evans become Gwyneth, Queen of Faerie, born in the mind of a different kind of magician and risen, kneaded, and risen again in the kitchen of story.

Many of my wanderings during this year’s Great Faire have been informed by magicians behind magicians: in this case, the wonder makers and thought experimenters of the Fantasy Faire LitFest. Each day, a different Realm came up as a tour for writers, and word-weavers came along to look at the Realms and write something down about them.

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A different guise.

So I shall take on a different guise for you today. I am Gwyneth, but I am something different.

Something, perhaps, from a sonnet:

Hope Always Remains
In this dark land, she spreads her golden wings
And calls for mist to clothe her shining limbs.
Before the dawn, her smothered spirit sings
As if her destiny lies in a hymn
Or maybe some inhuman synonym.
What calls to her at last? It is a sound
And when she stirs, her steps feel tugged by whim
Her feathers lift her just about the ground
And when she finds the source, she stands, spellbound.
Where river pours itself onto the rocks
And makes the stones and crevices rebound
As if the water goddess bends and talks
And calls the mist to clothe her where she stands
To bless her with the waterfall’s pure hands.

(Gwen Enchanted, LitFest Tour, Blackmoor)

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In this dark land, she spreads her golden wings and calls for mis to clothe her shining limbs.

Blackmoor. Land of darkness. Land of gargoyles. Land of enough cemetery architecture to make the most eyelinered up goth in Gothtown, Gothy McGothface, tear up and buy every Sisters of Mercy album. On vinyl. Again.

In fact, it would be easy to walk through Blackmoor and not see anything but the darkness.

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But did you look up?

But did you look up? Up into the trees? Up into a night lit with stars beyond counting?

Did you look up?

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Did you travel to the edge of the land and look back upon the glimmering stars?

Did you travel to the edge of the land and look back upon the glimmering stars against the waterfalls?

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Did you balance between a meadow and a waterfall?

Did you balance between a meadow and a waterfall, trying not to be distracted by the glimmering lights overhead?

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I looked back from where I’d come.

I looked back from where I’d come. Such a long way. That may have been the point where I realised I had hieroglyphs painted on my golden (!) skin, a scarab around my neck, wings like a bird’s rather than a butterfly’s. And I thought of myself as a vessel carrying the past into the future. Carrying my story. Carrying all my stories. Carrying my friends and family, and being carried when I cannot carry myself.

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Sometimes it seems like the hardest thing to reach for is hope.

Sometimes it seems like the hardest thing to reach for is hope.

And yet, like the golden-winged girl in that poem made by my personal magician, I think sometimes it is not so far away at all.

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Hope Always Remains

What if, even in the darkest of lands, hope yet remains? What if the golden light of hope fills us, and our bodies, our souls, vessels that carry the past into the future, also carry hope?

Every life is a box.

Pandora’s box.

And every bit of hope is a star in the darkness, the mist of the water goddess, green shoots from the earth, ideas from the air.

It’s in every box. It’s in every life.

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Far away from Blackmoor, on a cliff above the beach at White Owl…

Far away from Blackmoor, on a cliff above the beach at White Owl, there sits a harper made of stone. She plays hope. Her box, at the bottom, contained a little sliver of hope named Words, and Music. Other people have the same kind of sliver. Still others have slivers named Science. Other slivers are named differently, but everyone has at least one.

Hope. Like music in the night, like stars in the darkness, like a cure for cancer. It lives in every body. And in everybody.

Feed it.

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Head: Catwa Jessica
Ears: Soul, Uni High Elf Ears
Skin: Fallen Gods, Blessings of Isis
Eyebrows: The Skinnery, The Lyre Brows, 5
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Dress: Poet’s Heart, Joy (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Shoes: Bliensen & Maitai, Dreki Anklet (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Setting: Blackmoor and (last photo) White Owl

Yes, the Second Life Fantasy Faire officially closed last night! But the sims are still up and will be for a few days! If you haven’t been already, go check them out now!

Thank you, everyone who works together to create and sustain the Second Life Relay for Life, and thank you, everyone who creates and sustains Fantasy Faire. The event itself is uplifting and inspiring, but nothing prepared me for the joyful and understanding and creative magicians I’d meet there. You are all stars in the darkness.

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