My New Life as a Wedding Model?

The Gypsy Davey:

The Gypsy Davey:

The boys and I have spent the last three weeks working in an apple orchard in one of the Enchanted realms. Sure, we’re probably working for the Wicked Witch, but the pay is good and we get to take apples back to camp, where some of the men are making cider and all of the women are making pies and tarts. Apple season is a wondrous time. And as we’re heading in to the dark half of the year, many of us on the Old Paths are about to celebrate the year’s turning. At this time of the year, everyone seems to want a little Romany spice in their wine, if you know what I mean, so I haven’t been surprised at the number of invitations that have been coming to the early autumn campfires. We throw many of them away, as they seem to be thinly-veiled attempts to lure our virgins away for this or that nefarious purpose. And of course we Gypsies don’t really have a lot of ignorant women in our midst: these requests make us laugh.

But one came through a few days ago that intrigued me:

Wanted: Male Model for Wedding Suits. Must be Medium Sized and Irresistible To Women.

There was some laughter when the boy handed me that one. They knew I wouldn’t be able to, well, resist that invitation.

It was signed, Opelia DeRouen, Clothier, Armand Road

Well. I had the boy prepare a response to tell her I’d be round the following morning. Who could resist an invitation like that?

The house looked like it had been plucked out of a Louisiana town.

The house looked like it had been plucked out of a Louisiana town.

The house looked like it had been plucked out of a Louisiana town, though its forested grounds reminded me more of New England.

The sign on the door read,

The sign on the door read, “Clothier”, so I guessed I’d come to the right place.

The sign on the door read Clothier, so I guessed I’d come to the right place.

Mais, don’t linger in doorways, cher,” Ophelia opened the door before I knocked. “Folks’ll think you a vampire.” She was a tiny little woman, dressed conservatively, all smiles. “Let me get you some tea, oui? And you try on that suit on the blue dress form, the black one, while I’m out.”

OK, no pleasantries, just the offer of a cup of tea and a request to get started. Clearly, I passed muster. I smiled to myself as I tried on the first suit. It felt as if it fitted perfectly.

“What do you think, cher?” she called from the kitchen.

“What do you think, cher?” she called from the kitchen.

“I like it!” I called back. I adjusted my celtic cross so it fitted over the shirt. People are always giving me celtic crosses; I’m not sure why. I looked around at the other suits: one was a deep purple, so deep it was almost black, and there was a shocking pink one on a rack.

“What are all these for?”

“What are all these for?” I asked.

“Goth wedding,” she replied. “Bride’s worried the men won’t come in proper attire, so she wants a bunch of these made up in standard sizes for guests to change in to when they arrive.” She laughed from the kitchen; I could hear the old-fashioned stovetop kettle begin to boil, but she was back in the parlour, measuring my inseam and that, before the tea could have been poured up. “Ah, there we go. Just a couple of alterations and it should be perfect.” She eyed me from top to bottom. “I knew I’d find the right size man down the gypsy camp. Now you try on this next one and I’ll get back to that tea.”

“Do you need several different styles?” I wondered.

“Do you need several different styles?” I wondered. “I like the tails on this one!”

“I do love me a good tail coat,” she called back from the kitchen. “Lady ain’t sure which one she’s going to pick; I think money will be a consideration here, of course; she wants five each in five different sizes, so these are the models. This one is most versatile: boys could choose cummerbund and tie colours as they pleased. Do take that beautiful hair down, cher.”

I smiled to myself.

I pulled my hair down out of what the boys laughingly call my

I pulled my hair down out of what the boys laughingly call my “man bun”.

I pulled my hair down out of what the boys laughingly call my “man bun”. So she wanted to see the Gypsy with his hair unbound. Perhaps there was more to this little meet and greet than a quick modelling session, after all.

“What’s the pink one for?” I wondered as I shook my hair out and combed it with my fingers.

“Oh, now I don’t think this one needs any alteration at all,” she said as she returned to the parlour with two cups of what smelled like good black tea. She set them both down on the one uncluttered surface in the room, the old-fashioned treadle sewing machine. “I know, I know, cher,” she said when she caught me looking at it. “It’s old, but nothing sews as straight or as pretty a seam, and tailoring’s loving work: everything’s got to look perfect, at least to me it does.”

I nodded. The tea was still too hot to drink. “Have you got milk?”

Oui, cher;” she said. “Just let me pin this quick: now don’t move or you’ll stick yourself.”

I stayed still. “What’s the pink suit for?” I asked again, but she was already off to the kitchen again.

“You want sugar, cher?”

“You want sugar, cher?”

“Sure!” I called back. I shifted carefully and took a long look at the pink suit. “No but really, what’s the pink suit for?”

She laughed. “You done asked me three times, so I’ll tell you,” she replied.

Ah, the Enchanted Lands. Everything goes by the Rule of Three here.

“It’s a commission, for the King of the Bean. He’s won his throne at Lughnasadh, you know, and he reigns until Samhain, when we dress him up and bring in the Winter King for the season.”

I nodded. “That’s some suit.”

She laughed. “Why don’t you try it on? I think it’ll fit you,” she called from the kitchen. “I’m just digging around for the sugar.”

So I put it on, complete with a set of pink boots. Everything fit perfectly.

So I put it on, complete with a set of pink boots. Everything fit perfectly.

So I put it on, complete with a set of pink boots. Everything fit perfectly.

“Fits like a glove!” I exclaimed.

She returned from the kitchen, eyed me critically. “You sure do look good with your hair unbound, cher,” she said.

“No, really; it fits perfectly,” I said. “Is your Bean King the same size as me?”

“Nope; he’s quite a bit taller than you, and somewhat more towheaded,” she said with a laugh. “Suit’s magic.”

Of course. I turned toward Ophelia. “You have a remarkable talent,” I said.

Her brown eyes sparked up at me. “How much sugar you want in that tea, cher?”

“Two spoonfuls,”I replied. “And a splash of milk.”

“Just a splash?” She was flirting with me, of course. “Let’s give you a sploosh instead.”

I laughed. “Whatever you say, my lady,” I said. “You have the most remarkable eyes, Ophelia.”

“Call me Ophie,” she replied. “All my friends do.”

Despite the loveliness of the other suits, I couldn't get over the fit of the pink one.

Despite the loveliness of the other suits, I couldn’t get over the fit of the pink one.

Despite the loveliness of the other suits, I couldn’t get over the fit of the pink one.

“I don’t know why I like this so much,” I said with a little laugh. “I never imagined myself wearing so much pink at one time before.”

She smiled up at me. “That’s the magic in the suit, cher.” She winked. “You like it now, but you learn to love it later.”

Definitely flirting. I chuckled. “Oh!” I looked across the room. “Do you do cakes as well?”

"Oh, no; the cakes are just there for the bride to look over," she said.

“Oh, no; the cakes are just there for the bride to look over,” she said.

“Oh, no; the cakes are just there for the bride to look over,” she said. “My fried Page does them. Gorgeous, aren’t they?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the captured raven. “How do you do that?”

“She does it,” she reminded me. “Magic. The rose too.” She patted the seat beside her on the single couch in the parlour. “Why don’t you sit down next to me and enjoy that tea?”

“Don’t you want me to take the suit off first?” I asked.

Her smile broadened. “Oh, no, cher,” she said. “I like you so much in that suit. We’ll take it off together later.”

I could get to like modelling wedding clothes for seamstresses.

Style Cards:

First Suit:
Body: 
SLink
Head: My own
Ears: Mandala Steking Ears Season 5
Hair: Argrace, Takeshi
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Limited Skin (Available now at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!) Appliers for SLink Male body also NOW AVAILABLE!
Suit and Shoes: Beyond Persuasion Designs, Midnight Gardens Principality Suit (Available now at Everlasting Love of the Night: A Gothic Wedding Affair!)
Necklace: Glint, Celtic Cross Necklace (a Glint MegaHunt Gift!)

Second Suit:
Body: 
SLink
Head: 
My own
Ears: 
Mandala Steking Ears Season 5
Hair: 
Argrace, Takeshi
Hair
(down): Calico, Caden
Skin: 
7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Limited Skin (Available now at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!) Appliers for SLink Male body also NOW AVAILABLE!
Suit and Shoes: 
Avatar Bizarre, Dante Tux & Crowley Boots (Available now at Everlasting Love of the Night: A Gothic Wedding Affair!)
Necklace: 
Glint, Celtic Cross Necklace (a Glint MegaHunt Gift!)

Third Suit (Yes, the pink one!):
Body: SLink
Head: 
My own
Ears: 
Mandala Steking Ears Season 5
Hair (down): Calico, Caden
Skin: 
7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Limited Skin (Available now at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!) Appliers for SLink Male body also NOW AVAILABLE!
Suit: 
Brocade Tiger, Flamingo Tux (A Femboy Hunt Gift!)
Shoes: FateStep, Anthony Boots
Necklace: 
Glint, Celtic Cross Necklace (a Glint MegaHunt Gift!)

Cakes: Page Creations, (L-R), Captured Raven Fantasy Cake, Black and White Lotus Cake, Captured Rose Fantasy Cake (Available now at Everlasting Love of the Night: A Gothic Wedding Affair!)

House: DustBunny, WildRose Manor (Available at Collabor88!)

Autumn Forest: Studio Skye, Enchanted Forest

Sign: Lost Junction, Port Town Signs, Clothier (from a past Fantasy Gacha Carnival)

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

Special thanks to Deva Westland, who lent me a vital prop for this scene!

Also thank you to FabFree blogger WHC Riler, who blogged about the Brocade Tiger suit and had me entranced from sentence number 1!

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Preparing for Samhain

Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

I could tell something was up; Clutie and Dani were chittering like mad this morning. I mean, more than they usually chitter. And usually they know better than to enter my bedroom before Bran has brought me my first pot of coffee; speaking of which we’re running out of the Kona I got when I was in Nu Jyorck; I’m going to have to go back and replace it soonish. And eventually I’ll have to tell you all what happened while I was there. It wasn’t anything huge and spectacular, but Nu Jyorck was a very interesting place.

Anyway. I could tell something was up. And then it dawned on me. Autumn has come to the Bower and to the Realm. Mason is swift approaching. And that means… shit.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!” Finally, Clutie could no longer contain herself. “The first wave of Samhain gowns is here for you to try on!”

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Samhain gowns. It’s about to be masqued ball season, and the Fae are very, very serious about Samhain parties. Now, I love parties as well as the next girl, but back in my old life, Halloween was never my favourite holiday, and don’t get me started on British vs. American customs. But the fact is, the Fae seem to celebrate Halloween (Samhain) far more in the spirit of the Americans than the British. Which, OK, is fine, but a lifetime of being told that “we do not dress up and go door to door in this country, well not at Halloween, anyway,” will stick with a girl, you know?

I tried to roll over in bed, but that little bitch landed on my head. Her feet were all wet from dew, and she practically stuck a toe up my nose. Ew.

“Fine, fine, fine,” I said finally. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Ballroom!” she and Dani chorused together. They’d obviously been planning this since before the sun came up. So I got up and didn’t bother doing anything with myself, since they’d be poking and prodding at me all morning anyway. Let them worry about whether or not there are knots in my hair.

The first dress they had me try was surprisingly regal!

The first dress they had me try was surprisingly regal!

The first dress they had me try was surprisingly regal! And I have to admit, I loved the jewellery Dani picked out. The dress designer is Dark Water Designs, and the jewellery is from Devious Mind. Dani did my face with some more of those designs she gets from Madrid Solo, and Clutie pulled my hair back in to a simple design from Rezology which I actually rather liked.

"It might be too formal," Clutie said critically.

“It might be too formal,” Clutie said critically.

“It might be too formal,” Clutie said critically.

“What? What are you talking about? I love it!” I wrapped my arms around my chest, unwilling to have them remove the dress. “It’s perfect! We don’t have to try any of the others: let’s just pick this one!”

Dani clucked. Clutie kissed her teeth. “Your Majesty,” she said. “My Lady. You know there are no less than seven separate masqued balls you’ll be expected to attend this season? You can’t wear the same dress to all of them.”

I groaned.

“No, you can’t send regrets to any of them,” Clutie said sternly. “Put your big girl wings on and lift your arms so we can get you out of this dress and into the next one. Put it in the ‘yes’ wardrobe,” she said to Kern. Why do they always pick him to do the heavy lifting? Then again, he does look stunning without a shirt on.

“And when you’re done with that,” I said, “send a message and cancel my brunch with the children. They won’t mind.”

"The children need Samhain outfits too," Clutie said as she straightened the mermaid skirt on this dress.

“The children need Samhain outfits too,” Clutie said as she straightened the mermaid skirt on this dress.

“The children need Samhain outfits too,” Clutie said as she straightened the mermaid skirt on this dress. Dani nodded as she deftly attached a butterfly made of black titanium to the dress’ headband.

I just shook my head. “Let’s really not think about the prospect of getting Bronwyn to wear black this morning.” The two Sidhe footmen pulled the mirror around so I could see myself. “Oh! I love this one too! I look like a goth flapper! A Gibson Girl without the boobage!”

This dress is by Beyond Persuasion Designs, and Clutie explained (she was translating for Dani, whose only human language is Portuguese, of all things) that the raven tattoo pattern came with the dress, but that it was her idea to match them with the face paint design from Mon Cher and the jewellery from Alchemy Immortals. She was quick to point out that she’d chosen the hair design from Lelutka when I praised it. I had to laugh at that. “Right,” I said. “Yes wardrobe for this one too: next!”

"Next!"

“Next!”

Clutie giggled. “That’s the spirit!” she said as the two footmen came round to help me shimmy out of the dress. (Yes, of course they were cute. There are no ugly footmen in the Seelie Court!)

"It's purple! I love purple!" I said, when I saw this one.

“It’s purple! I love purple!” I said, when I saw this one.

“It’s purple! I love purple!” I said, when I saw this one.

“It has purple accents, Your Majesty.” Clutie always gets more formal when she is correcting me or telling me how to do something, I’ve noticed.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “What? Drysi’s not here to do it: somebody has to be the teenager here.”

Clutie clucked. “Do you know where Her Highness is, Your Majesty?”

Uh, oh. Two formal titles in one sentence. “I do not,” I said tightly. “Dyisi would only say she’s somewhere safe and she’ll come to me when she’s ready.”

Clutie sniffed and visibly chose not to say anything more on the matter. “Kern, put the Facepalm dress into the ‘yes’ wardrobe, and note that we’re using the MOCK makeup and the Eden Moon jewellery with it, please? Hair is…” she flipped through a set of index cards big enough that she had to use both hands. “Oh! Rezology again.”

Kern sighed the sigh of the long-suffering and complied. As the two footmen moved to remove this dress, he did manage one comment: “Why are you always sending me out of the room when the Queen’s undressed, hm?” There were giggles. They might have been from me.

I gave the dress a final twirl and waited for them to bring on the next one.

I gave the dress a final twirl and waited for them to bring on the next one.

I gave the dress a final twirl and waited for them to bring on the next one.

“It’s not really a ‘room’, Kern,” Clutie muttered while she went through designer cards to decide which dress would be next.

No sooner had they put the next dress on me than a small murder of crows appeared.

No sooner had they put the next dress on me than a small murder of crows appeared.

No sooner had they put the next dress on me than a small murder of crows appeared. “Well, I guess this means Nemaine approves of this one,” I said.

"Would you cretins get off me? And don't be taking any more of my hair back to Nemaine: she's got plenty already," I grumbled.

“Would you cretins get off me? And don’t be taking any more of my hair back to Nemaine: she’s got plenty already,” I grumbled.

“Would you cretins get off me? And don’t be taking any more of my hair back to Nemaine: she’s got plenty already,” I grumbled.

Clutie ignored the crows and asked Kern to make a note that the Moeko dress included jewellery by Glint and another facepaint design by Madrid Solo, lipstick by MOCK. I asked about the body paint, and she explained it was a design that actually came with the dress, from the dress designer. “Tableau Vivant for the hair,” she whispered to Kern.

“When did I start handling the notecards?” Kern asked.

“You complained about not seeing the Queen naked,” Clutie responded. “So I’m handing off the wardrobe job to….” she flung her hand out in a seemingly random direction. “him!” A surprised steward’s assistant came running from the ballroom’s edge. “Yes, madam; of course, madam,” he said. Clutie rolled her eyes at him, but I don’t think he noticed: Clutie’s eyes are very small, of course, and he only had eyes for me. Of course.

I liked the dress a lot better once the crows had been shooed away at last.

I liked the dress a lot better once the crows had been shooed away at last.

I liked the dress a lot better once the crows had been shooed away at last. “Hey, you can see my shoes!”

GizzA,” Clutie informed. “You’ve been wearing them all morning.”

“I know, I know!” I said. “But now I can see them!”

Clutie sighed. “Next dress, please?”

“Next dress, please.”

"Now, this," I said, "really makes me feel like a Gothic Samhain Princess. And Dani, what have you done with my hair?"

“Now, this,” I said, “really makes me feel like a Gothic Samhain Princess. And Dani, what have you done with my hair?”

“Now this,” I said, “really makes me feel like a Gothic Samhain Princess. And Dani, what have you done with my hair?”

Dani chittered excitedly to Clutie. “Analog Dog, she says,” Clutie informed. “Best curls ever, she says.” Clutie turned to Kern. “Necklace is from Cae, armlets are from Earthstones, dress is from Deceitful Innocence.” Kern grumbled that she was talking too fast, and she grumbled back. “Makeup is Madrid Solo and MOCK again.OK, strike a Gothic Princess pose for us, Your Majesty, and then we’ll move on to the last dress for this morning.”

"Only one more dress?" I moaned. "Oh, the humanity!"

“Only one more dress?” I moaned. “Oh, the humanity!”

“Only one more dress?” I moaned. “Oh, the humanity!”

Everybody laughed. Some of the footmen applauded, luckily not the ones who were holding up the mirrors.

“Right, Your Majesty. Keep your eyes closed for this next one: I want you to get the whole effect immediately!” Clutie had a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Am I going to hate it that much?” I asked.

Clutie smirked. “I have absolutely no idea,” she said, wide-eyed.

So I closed my eyes, because after all, these are my trusted advisors, right? Clutie would never steer me wrong. I felt — ooh, definitely raw silk. I heard the swishing of fabric, the engaging of buttons and clips. Someone slid my shoes off and added stockings—felt like fishnet! I love fishnet. On my feet, definitely boots (I love boots). And… was that a hat they were putting on my head? Oh, help.

"Open your eyes, Your Majesty," Clutie said.

“Open your eyes, Your Majesty,” Clutie said.

“Open your eyes, Your Majesty,” Clutie said.

I couldn’t stop myself: I squealed! I screamed with delight. “It’s so, so, so, Purple!

Clutie fell backwards in the air, she was laughing so hard. She managed to get out, “It’s So- So- So- Souled Out, actually!”

We were all laughing by this time. “The hat too?”

“Yes, the hat too.” Clutie grinned widely. “I knew I was right to save this one for last. Kern– did you get that? Dress is by Souled Out. Makeup is Madrid Solo. Hair is Olive. Boots are Lassitude and Ennui, and the necklace is Maxi Gossamer.

Kern scribbled furiously— at least he could almost manage the notecards.

I turned sideways. "You have no idea how much I love this outfit," I said to no one in particular.

I turned sideways. “You have no idea how much I love this outfit,” I said to no one in particular.

I turned sideways. “You have no idea how much I love this outfit,” I said to no one in particular.

Several different versions of, “Oh, yes, we do, Your Majesty!” came from various voices.

"I'm not taking it off," I declared.

“I’m not taking it off,” I declared.

“I’m not taking it off,” I declared.

“Yes, you are, Your Majesty,” Clutie replied. “Because it is not Samhain yet, and this is for a Samhain party.” Demifae logic. Gotta love it.

“But I don’t want to take it off!” I protested.

“Would you like me to ask the guards for help?”

I smirked. “I can’t decide whether to say ‘yes, because then I’d have sexy Sidhe men holding me down,’ or ‘no, because the jacket might get torn in the process….'”

In the end, I let them take it off me and went back to my chambers with a spring in my step and a smile on my face.

But the HAT. Oh, sweet Lady of Summer, I love the HAT!

But the HAT. Oh, sweet Lady of Summer, I love the HAT!

Style card for items not mentioned specifically in the text:
Body: Maitreya
Skin: DeeTaleZ
Ears: Lumae
Eyebrows: Dead Apples
Hands (and feet, even when not visible): SLink

All these clothes, and the Glint jewellery, are available at Endless Love of the Night: A Gothic Wedding Eventhosted by Hidden Sanctuary Events. Many of them are exclusives; for example, only 20 copies of the Beyond Persuasion gown Gwyneth is wearing in the second set of photos will be sold. 

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

A Day (Off) in the Life of Queen Gwyneth

Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

I got a good night’s sleep. In  the Treehouse, I’m protected from a lot of the things that go on down in the Great Seelie Forest and farther away in the Fae Realm, but still sometimes my dreams are plagued, whether by my busy mind trying to wind itself down, some portent or other, or memories of Gwythyr, I do not know. But last night, everything was fine.

I can make my own coffee, thank you...

I can make my own coffee, thank you…

“I can make my own coffee, thank you,” I said to the ever-present Bran, my long-standing friend and the Steward of my House. He actually seemed a little disappointed. “It’s all good,” I said. “I promise you can make it tomorrow; it’s just that today I do not have very much to do, and I’m planning on a long, lazy morning.”

He smiled then, made his own cup, and sat down to enjoy the morning sunlight in our beautiful kitchen with me. We talked of nothing much; topics seem to ebb and flow when I talk with my old friends, even if they seem to be servants to the outside world, they’re my household, my roots, the branches upon which I build my world.

Once the mist had burned off and the day became warm, I thought I’d go down into the ballroom and do some dancing in the sun: Kern’s timely words have reminded me of the joy I take in dancing, and so this morning I took full advantage of my time and stole away down into the forest, into our beautiful dancing grove.

I don't remember being a dancer in my old life.

I don’t remember being a dancer in my old life.

I don’t remember being a dancer in my old life. I mean, there were dances at LARPs, called dances with a band and sets of four or six or eight, usually bumbling twenty-somethings who’d had too much to drink. Ah, listen to the way I talk about them now, as if they’re children. I was a child then, too. And of course there are those here who say I am still a child and not fit to rule this Realm I made with Janus, My King. How I miss him. How I miss the energy between us. When I am dancing, that’s when I think of him most. How we danced, that night that seems a lifetime ago. How we moved with the earth and the earth moved with us. How the trees sprang up around us to create our forests and fields and rivers. Yes, I miss him. So much.

“You’re a fine sight.” And there was Clutie, interrupting my reverie.

“You’re a fine sight.” And there was Clutie, interrupting my reverie.

I stopped in mid-twirl. “What do you mean by that?” I admit that I am not always the kindest person when interrupted.

“Here you are, dressed up like one of us, dancing your feet off in the middle of the morning,” she replied with no little touch of scorn. “I think you long for a simpler life. I think you want to give up the crown sometimes, stop being a Sidhe, and come into the True Magic.”

The True Magic is how the demifae sometimes describe their world. It’s true, they are the most powerful glamourers of all of us: the way they can twist and change things with mere thought or touch has always fascinated me, and I wish I had that level of magic. “But how,” I said, “would I do such a thing?”

“You couldn’t,” she said dismissively. “But you want to. Sometimes I think you just want to play all the time.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” I started into another stretch.

“No,” she said flatly. “Most of your kind, they take their responsibilities seriously. You just hand it all off to Wulfrich, or Bran, or even me. So you can play.”

I was, I admit, affronted. “Fine,” I said. “I’m irresponsible. Got any other sage advice for me, Miss Clutie?”

She was quick to apologise. “I did not mean to offend, My Queen. It’s just that sometimes…” she sighed. “Sometimes I miss Saone’s brilliance, her implacability. You have so much growing to do yet.”

I suppose it is an illustration of my immaturity that I didn’t take her words very well. “Fine,” I said again, and it was one of those woman-style ‘fine’s, the sort of word that dismisses everything. “Fine, I’ll go do something grownup.”

I heard her giggling after me. It felt like a reproach.

In fact, I didn't do something grownup. Well, not very grownup.

In fact, I didn’t do something grownup. Well, not very grownup.

In fact, I didn’t do something grownup. Well, not very grownup. I glamoured myself into a human shape and went to New York City. Because walking around the City makes me feel free and untethered. Yeah, not very grownup at all.

And where did I end up? Well, it's a place I always go, eventually.

And where did I end up? Well, it’s a place I always go, eventually.

And where did I end up? Well, it’s a place I always go, eventually. There is a gallery in New York where many glamoured Fae show their artwork, and sometimes they even sell a few pictures to the people. I stood outside the gallery, as i always do, wondering if I”d have the courage to go in today, speak to the docent, see what I’d have to do to maybe get one of my pictures onto one of those walls.

Everyone says I should do it.. Would today be the day I'd finally go in?

Everyone says I should do it.. Would today be the day I’d finally go in?

Everyone says I should do it. Would today be the day I’d finally go in?

I mean, what am I really afraid of? That someone will say ‘no’ and I’ll realise my pictures are just pictures and not really art at all? Or that someone will say ‘yes’ and then there’ll be that terrible waiting feeling, wondering if anyone will buy a picture, wondering if anyone will review my work and find it wonderful or wanting? In the greater scheme of things, how can it affect me, a rejection or an acceptance, from my protected Treehouse all the way in the Wylds, the heart and soul and back forty of Faerie?

No, not today.

No, not today.

No, not today. I sighed as I turned, looked into the gallery’s bright window one more time, spent an hour or so dithering over jewellery and buying nothing; the necklace and earrings I was wearing garnered more interest from the sales clerk than anything I ran my hands over in this or that 5th Avenue shop.

By the time I got home, it was early evening and the servants were preparing for the now-traditional evening meal that Nathaniel and I take with all four of the children.

But I called him home early, sent a will o’ the wisp to Mysthaven, said I needed him, could he please come? I knew he would.

“No, no, Bran; I’ll get the door when he arrives.”

“No, no, Bran; I’ll get the door when he arrives.”

Bran lifted a brow at my outfit. “I see Her Majesty has some plans for the early evening. Shall I tell the children that dinner’s a little late this evening?”

I smiled; Bran always knows what I’m thinking even when I don’t take the time to make it obvious as I did today. “Yes; tell them eight o’clock,” I said as I checked the big hallway clock; it was barely four. “I think that’ll give us plenty of time. And don’t let Eilian at the wine, please.”

“Goes without saying, Your Majesty,” Bran replied smoothly. “Ah—I hear footsteps on the bridge. Shall I leave you to it?”

“Yes, please,” I replied.

“Yes, please,” I replied. And there, the sound of the door opening and my beloved’s booted footsteps in the foyer. “Hello, my love.”

Style Cards:

Making Coffee:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Group Gift in Marshmellow (Available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: No Match, No Trouble
Lingerie: Morea Style, Adley White
Kitchen: DDD, Olde Cottage Hearth

Dancing Fae:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Group Gift in Marshmellow (Available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: No Match, No Trouble
Dress, Wings, Circlet: Posh Pixels, Moondance Fae, Lexi Project Exclusive (Available at The Lexi Project—100% of purchase price goes to a very good cause!)
Ballroom: The Looking Glass, Enchanted Ballroom

New York City:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Group Gift in Marshmellow (Available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: Doe, Summer, Seed of Inspiration (Available at the Gacha Garden Event!)
Shirt: Milk Tea, Love Bunnies (the dark touch) (Available at The Lexi Project—100% of purchase price goes to a very good cause!)
Jewellery: Glint, Sleeping Love, Arctic (Available at Sneak Peek!)
Jeans: Like Design, LaLa Cuffed Jeans, Black
Location: Hotel Chelsea Sim, New York Cit

Burlesque Queen:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, August Group Gift in Marshmellow (Available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Body: Maitreya Lara
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!), K’leesish
Clothes, Shoes, Posh Pixels, Burlesque Collection, Amore (Available at Sneak Peek)

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

This is my first post for We Love To Blog! I’m excited and honoured to be included in this group, and I look forward to bringing you many, many beautiful looks and styles from the great creators who are part of We Love To Blog!

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