Lassitude & Ennui
Disillusioned in Dingir
From Friðrós: Well, it’s been a hard Faire, folks. Gwyneth remains unflappable, but I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve! I’m going crimson! Even though I’m still pretty angry with her, Gwyneth does know all the right folk, so when I went back to visit Moth Evergarden for the third time, she suggested I… Continue reading
It’s the Surprises, Really
That’s why I love living here. Take last night, for example (please!) I’m on the telekinephone to my friend, and I remember I’d got a latté on the way home, and, well. This happened. It always makes me feel calm when I get to my little purple lawn with creepers in colours everywhere. I love… Continue reading
In Living Echoes
From Friðros: It isn’t worth it to follow the Shining Throng around everywhere. At best, it’s tiresome, fun old dad jokes told in tandem by Queen Gwyneth, Nathaniel, Security Chief Wulfrich and First Officer Brán notwithstanding. And those are the high points. At worst, I worry I’m becoming more like her. I noticed my eyes… Continue reading
The Calm After
Winterfell seems quiet now. Everyone’s gone South, and I’m spending my days worrying. I know the news, when it comes, will be full of tragedy. I just hope not very many of those tragedies will touch me. Does that make me selfish? Sorry; not sorry. I spent too long being timid and sorry: now I am… Continue reading
So, What’s It Like To Be A Troller?
You have no idea. “Gosh, is your father also your uncle?” “Do you all grow so tall because of troll manure?” “I heard you secretly worship the troll and are trying to bring him back to life.” “I figured you’d be covered with dirt or drool or something.” “Wait, do they even allow people from Trollhaugen… Continue reading
Glimpses of the Light of Va’loth
Sometimes, a focal point is so overwhelming it’s the only thing you see. That’s why it’s a focal point, after all. That’s what it’s like in Light of Va’loth. The towering statue, be she goddess, heroine, or legend, is impossible to look away from: she is visible from nearly every point on the region, and she carries… Continue reading
They Say We Dance
They say we dance the seasons of the year We sing the three Realms that the Old Gods kiss And call the Fae Folk when the mists draw near Look how we leave our shadows floating here And find the portals other men may miss They say we dance the seasons of the year Around… Continue reading
Decorating, With Ponies!
People say empty rooms are some great, undiscovered country. They are meant to be full of possibility. For me, they’re more an obstacle course to navigate. When Queen Gwyneth told me that as her intern I’d be assigned a room in the castle, I didn’t expect to have my own tower. Well, half a tower. It’s… Continue reading
Isn’t there just something about autumn that makes you want to dance? Whether it’s the crisp air, the scent of woodsmoke, the glorious colours of leaves as they prepare for their flight to earth, autumn always makes me feel that little, measurable bit more awake and alive. And nothing moves better than a great Flexi skirt… Continue reading
The Story of Returning
Memory’s a funny thing, isn’t it? I remember being in university, long ago now it seems, and suddenly noticing a tree one morning. Richard and I were walking to class, and I swear, I tugged him by the sleeve and wanted to know when that tree had appeared. “Gwyneth,” he replied, “It’s been here all along.… Continue reading
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.