I remember everything. From the first haunting strains, through the climax of Act I, and into the tears of Act II.
The details come to me in dreams: the places we went, the melodies we shared, the deep red of roses, the underpinning of music, and the love of music, and the longing for the end of that phrase, the reach for resolution, and the coda, and the bar line.
But why tease you with these murmurs and adjectives? So what if it haunts me still? So what if they all suggested it mustn’t really have happened. No, no: I think it’s time.
Featured Enchantment Items: Hair: KMH, F149 Gown: Poet’s Heart, Prima Donna Gown Jewellery: Kunglers, Emmy Necklace & Earrings Mirror: Old Treasures, Phantom’s Mirror Sofa: Old Treasures, Phantom’s Opera Lounger Get all this and so much more at Enchantment, and start your story.
Everything Else: Body: Maitreya Head: Lelutka Evolution Fleur Unbound| Ears: Swallow, Shiny Elf Ears Skin: Wyrd, Edda Eyes: Arte, Lolly Eyes Eyeshadow: SlackGirl, 50 Lipstick: TheMars, Apple Crush Moon & Stars: Landscapes Unlimited, Off Sim Starry Night
When the barley harvest ends our August Even if the wind stays just where it is
An interior axis tilts to north And whether or not it is measurably there Created crispness salts the air and mists Our memories with bonfires and woodsmoke.
And so I’ll take the early passage Even if the weather turns Even if the summer holds A moment more A fortnight more Bring down the boat I’m going home
I’d rather take the early passage Than stay behind and not belong Even if the autumn waits A moment more A fortnight more Bring down the boat I’m going home
I heard looking back was for fools But I do it every year I heard making these memories Only brings tears But I just don’t care
For now the whole world moves beneath my feet The truth we do not feel when we’re on land A life always in motion, follow on From season down to sunset season on Bring down the boat I’m going home
Notes & Credits: The Stunning Gown: Silvan Moon Designs: Abyssia Of Witchwood Gown in Magic (Available NOW at We Love Role-play!) The Porcelain Skin: Wyrd, Edda, T1 (Available at the Wyrd Main Store!) The Magical Nails: DP – Koffin Nails, Mystical Haze (Available NOW at Mystical Marketplace!) The Whimsical, Yet Properly Princesslike Hair: Exile, Steph The Pointy Ears Of Faeryness: Swallow, Elf Ears High Definition The Necklace & Circlet: Adam n Eve, Priye Diadem & Pendant Body: Maitreya Head: Lelutka, May Origins Mesh Head Photo Backdrop: K&S, Moonlight
It’s been so long. Yes, as usual, I have spent all my time working. The practical side of faery is no less real than anything else you read, but it does not leave everyone’s favourite svartalfar very much leisure time. This is my last faery tour job before I take a short holiday, and it involves a bit of a journey, so I can tell you a bit about what’s been going on with me: I’m sure you’re all vitally interested.
Awenia’s under re-construction this summer, so I signed up to work on fairytale tours. Fairytale tours are a racket and a half, but they keep me busy and you know how I hate to be bored. This was my last tour of the season, last assignment, even, and it was going to be a piece of piss; just spend a night at Merrywether Cottage while the Faery Aunties were gone to market so this particular fairy tale princess could enter the climax of whatever story the legend matrix picked for her. It’s a complicated spell system, and I’m not sure even the story wizards understand it, but basically my job was to keep her alive and on course long enough for the plot to create itself around her organically. What can I say: it’s not an exact science, and I’m only a stand-in, anyway.
I do really like this horse, though. Her name is Omega, and she has this amazing Aurora coat design. This year, Cinnamon won the contract bid to do all the animal art for the tales, so there have been the most beautiful horses everywhere you look. Obviously I’m biased, but I’ll miss Omega most of all when I have to go back to Awenia to get us ready for autumn tourist season opening.
I remember when I visited the Harry Potter studio park when it opened up in Watford Junction. It feels like a lifetime ago now, but it must only have been, what, eight, ten years? Anyway, everything was so close together, and docents explained how camera angles and forced perspective could make everything seem bigger than it was, closer or farther away, that sort of thing. Kevin was nodding away like he understood it all, and he probably did. I nodded too. When you’re immersed in it, it’s easier to realise how you can feel utterly separated from a castle that’s barely fifty yards away if you’re not meant to know it’s there.
This is a roundabout way of saying the ride to the cottage was short and I probably could have had a nice spar with some of the guys in the barracks before I headed out, but the story says it’s a day’s travel, so I took it at its word.
Evidently, the residents did as well, because nobody was home. Garden demifae explained the three fae aunties had gone out to the market early that morning and weren’t expected back and that “Little Fair One” marched out before lunch time with a picnic basket and said she’d be back eventually. Bless their little cotton socks, the fae aunties did not have any benches in their garden, so I liberated Omega from her tack and settled down in a nice forked tree to wait. Luckily, I had some contraband AirPods Pro and my equally if not more contraband iPhone with me, so there was at least some music (I have batteries. Don’t ask).
I fell asleep.
When I woke up, there were three interesting things.
No fae aunties
Omega was being fawned over by four demifae
I couldn’t really do anything about any of these things.
I could laugh at one of them, so that’s what I chose to do in the moment. Because Omega was soaking it up like the Arabian princess she was. Don’t get me wrong, I do miss Awenia’s beautiful unicorns, especially my favourite dark chocolate unicorn of train station fame, but if I’m honest I’d just about swap my whole summer’s wages if they’d let me take this horse back home with me. I’m sure Gwyneth wouldn’t mind. We’ve got plenty of land for fae horses, and the tourists love them.
As the moon began to set, I started to worry, though. Surely the aunties should have been back by now. I didn’t want to take the demifae away from their new toy, and a few minutes more in a fairy tale wouldn’t hurt anyone, so I let it be.
“Don’t worry,” said a gravelly voice.
“The fuck are you?” As an aside, when you jump half out of your skin, coming down hard onto the split trunk of the tree you’ve been dozing in for something like six hours hurts like fuhuhuhuhuck.
And then there was a gravelly laugh. “Well, you’re new, aren’t you? I’m the legend matrix. You didn’t wonder why there are so many dragons with polyhedral dice everywhere along the fairytale tour routes?
OK, I had actually noticed that.
I bit my lip. “Thought you were a fucking design feature,” I said.
“You are not entirely incorrect,” said the dragon. “I suppose you could say I am the central design feature.” He laughed again. It sounded a little bit like if a puppet made entirely out of paving stones had an asthma attack. I guess if you’re the central design feature, you get to laugh at your own jokes.
“So I shouldn’t worry?”
I was going to worry anyway.
“Nothing to worry about at all.”
“And why’s that?”
The glowing D20 slowed, stopped, and began to spin in the opposite direction. “She came to me and asked me to,” and then there was some static and a voice played back through what must have been a speaker somewhere in the dragon’s abdomen, “Just get me out of here, OK? This is not what I paid for!” Some static. “And so I did.”
I paused. “You didn’t send her home did you?” I could foresee that lawsuit.
“Of course not.” The D20 slowed again. “I am the central design feature of the legend matrix, not the all-powerful dragon god of the multiverse. That would require additional upgrades.”
Of course. “So what did you do?”
“I created her plot, of course. She seemed to want to spend her entire fairy tale tour in a castle, so I sent her to one.”
I frowned. “I mean, don’t they usually start off as peasant girls or get kidnapped or something?”
Another gravelly laugh. “When they’re the real protagonists, yes. But when they’re merely the prize to be won, sure, they can live in the castle. But rest assured, I have followed her form to the letter. She will live in a castle and have many servants. She will wear fine dresses and dance at many balls. And in the end, she will marry a prince. So what if she has to kiss a few frogs first? She didn’t specifically exclude it.”
And that’s why I bought a miniature copy of the official fairy tale tour guardian dragon statue in the gift shop before I took myself and my salary (codename Omega) through the realm portal back to Awenia.
Sometimes, even my crap summer jobs have happy endings.
Stay safe out there in the human hinterlands, The Amazing Catwoman
Notes & Credits: Enchantment closes today! It’s your last chance to see the beautiful build, enjoy the atmosphere, and grab some Sleeping Beauty souvenirs while they’re all in one place to take home to your own castle. Even if you’ve already been, you probably missed something: it’s an event full of wonderful stuff, beautifully and lovingly designed, and always full of wonder.
Enchantment items featured here: Omega’s Skin: Cinnamon, Aurora Teeglepet skin (also comes in versions for Jinx Centaur and Waterhorse; matching wings are also available for your Teeglepet Pegasus) TAC’s circlet: Air, Thorns Crown Gold Demifae Fan Club: Titans, The Aurora Fae Guardian Dragon: Cerridwen’s Cauldron, The Guardian Statue
Other Amazing Stuff: TAC’s stunning new Drow Skin: Wyrd, Nightshade (This is at the Wyrd Main Store, and I cannot tell you how over the moon I am to have been the first person to test this amazing graphite/purple drow skin. It is perfect, and perfectly TAC) Head: Lelutka Evolution, Nova Body: Maitreya Hair: Sintiklia, Connor Ears: Andore, Hu-gu Eyes: Yoshi, Alina (I’ve recently fallen madly in love with Yoshi eyes; expect to see lots of them here) Clothes: Jangka, Hawkeyes outfit black, and Hawkeyes boots black Castle: Harshlands, Devonshire Castle Keep Omega Herself, Teeglepet, Arabian
I wanted to wait until at least two interesting things had happened so that I would not be writing you letters as short as text messages. That way you could not text me and say my letters were too short! Also, I wanted to have my flat as finished as possible before I wrote this first letter so you could have some pictures of where I am writing from. Then, in the next letter, I’ll send more pictures of the shop and pictures from around town. That way, you can get to know the town I’m living in.
So, I’ll kind of start from the end, because look! This is where I’m writing you from! I had the day off from the shop, and I’ve spent it putting this monstrosity together! Had to sweet-talk the landlord into opening the roof access panel so I could get the flatpack up here more easily: otherwise I’d have had to somehow hoist it out my window and up the ladder access. I mean, I could have done it obviously, but it would have been more difficult and I might have had to buy a stranger a pizza. Anyway, it all arrived yesterday, and after four hours of remembering enough school Swedish to curse IKEA in it, I have this very serviceable covered table. I added the string lights (and I’m slightly miffed they don’t call them fairy lights over here) myself.
Fun fact: Our elevation here in Myserie is 4,190 ft in weird American reckoning, which makes it 1,277 m. That is only 88 metres shorter than Ridnitšohkka! So you know what I had to do, right? I had to get a flat on what they call here the 7th floor because they don’t believe in the ground floor. I’ll measure it properly at some point, but if we assume that each living-space storey is roughly 3m and the commercial space storey is, say, 3.5m, I’m only 66.5m short of that summit when I’m in the flat, and up on the roof, you could subtract 3 more metres. No wonder I feel so dizzy all the time here: it’s not like I’m used to even hills where we live. I have more photographs from the roof, but I know what you want to see first, so I’ll show you the flat itself.
I took this picture really early in the morning with my iPhone on a tripod using my Apple Watch. You can see that I used the flash: I hate doing that, but it was really dim in the room. I like being far enough up that I won’t need curtains, and it’s not like they have three months of round the clock daylight here, anyway, so I won’t need blackout blinds. I’ve only met one witch so far with a familiar who can fly, and he likes me: I taught him how to say Perkele.
Look, I even moved the tripod closer so you can see my face: You always tell my can’t see my face in pictures. I promise I am getting enough to eat, even if mostly I am not cooking very much.
I like my little kitchen: Thank you for the Moomin poster. He is keeping me company every morning when I make my first cup of coffee before I go to the shop for my second cup of coffee. And yes, that’s the Eiffel Tower stool from my bedroom at home. I took it apart and brought it with me because I wanted something to be familiar here. I’ve had it for my whole life, and it just makes a place feel like home, you know? I know there’s not enough art on the walls yet, but I like that picture of the Aurora, makes me think of the elevation here at least. And you can’t see it in this picture, but there’s also a photo looking onto Pirkkala from the water.
You worried I would just sleep on a couch or something, but no, I got a proper bed and everything. It’s even on casters so I can turn it to face against the winter if I like. And a clock that doesn’t rely on scary technology, just electricity, see? I do listen, Äiti. I was going to put a rack on the wall to hang stuff, but somebody told me they charge you money if you put holes in the wall, so I didn’t do that and just went for those little containers there. I will get something bigger maybe in time. And look, there’s my Ukonvasara I made in uni. I’m glad we kept the print of it all this time. Maybe I will see about inking it differently and seeing about making some reproducible prints. There seem to be a lot of pagans here, though they are predictably mostly Wiccans. I wish First Nation culture had held on here a bit better, and maybe we will see it rise with some of the unmaskings lately made. I only hope that like so many other American risings it will not need to become contentious in order for sides to be heard and acknowledged and not erased.
And now for the pictures you’re going to hate!
You know I have to do this part, mum! Like that time I went zip-lining in north Wales and sent you the video without telling you what I’d done? Yes, well—the best thing about living up here is that I can do this!
Now, don’t be afraid: you know we have excellent balance, mother.
And here I’m even almost smiling! You always say I should smile more!
Hey—if you look down onto the street below me, you can see the coffee shop where I go for my second cup of the day. Too bad I didn’t catch the odd old guy who’s always wandering around there.
Do I miss you? Of course I miss you. I miss everybody. I miss Tampere. I even mis Ula. I miss Iivo and the Kalevala shop and I will miss going to Lapland for Midwinter if I can’t make it back. And I will miss the ice castle and the winter market, too. My path, though. Remember? My path. It’ll lead me back to you one day, and I know that every time my path leads me back to you, there will be song and camaraderie and the sharing of all things good.
Love, The youngest of yours, Valoisa
Notes & Credits
Val is a role-play character created for Myserie City RP. While I started roleplaying in Second Life something like nine years ago, I haven’t been on a straight-up role-play sim in a few years, and I’m having a lovely time enjoying just immersing myself in role-play and working with a new and different character for the first time in a long time. All these photos were taken on-sim, and I’ll take more inside the city itself once Val gets her bearings and I have a few more regular places where she hangs out.
Head: Lelutka Evolution: Fleur
Skin: Wyrd, Alva in T1
Eyebrows: Simple Bloom, LivSpring Neutral
Chin Dimple: Izzie’s, Chin Dimples
Ears: Lumae: Leevi Medium Ears
Tattoo: Nefekalum, Embellishment, Titanium
Piercings: All From Lelutka, Fleur Facial Piercings, except
Septum: Venge, Kelpie Nosering; and
Forehead Crescent: Punch, Trine
Tank Top: Shovelheads, Women’s Viking Tank
Trousers: Neve, Minnie Pant
Boots: Eudora 3D, Thar Boots
Covered Table (on roof): Chez Moi, Applewood Picnic Table
Couch: Fourth Wall, Saga Sofa
Coffee Table: Fourth Wall, Hala Coffee Table
Kitchen: Merak: Happy Kitchen
Eiffel Tower Stool: BackBone, Breakfast In Paris Stool
I don’t really know whatchapter this is, so we’ll start with one since that’s where everybody else starts and I might as well fit in in some way.
I am Valoisa Saga. I am from Tampere, in Finland. I am ninety, very young for an Elf, but you didn’t hear me say that. It is more fashionable on the Internet to say otherkin, but then that also translates to nerd, so I guess I can say that too.
But really, call me Val. It’s easier, and I guess it’s true that not even Finns all speak good Finnish.
Yesterday was my first day working at Immortal Ink in Myserie, Oregon. I’m glad I got a job in the Pacific Northwest. The rest of the USA seems a little too crazy. I mean, everybody back in Tampere thinks I’m crazy for wanting to come back here at all, but weed’s legal, and The Netherlands is a shithole. Just sayin’. OK, probably not all of The Netherlands. But definitely Amsterdam. Amster, Amster, dam, dam, dam, dam.
There’s plenty to hate about Immortal Ink, but I’ll improve it over time, and Old Jimbo (OK, he’s actually called Deadeye, but I’ve already named him Jimbo) is only an arse on days ending in ‘y’. Fact is, it’s nice to be the best artist in the shop. OK, the only artist in the shop. I’m laughing. But enough snark. Still laughing. There is never enough snark. History time!
So, this was my last day in Tampere. Iivo said he was sorry to see me go, but he also was sorry he didn’t have a place for me at the studio; since the old owner was packing up most of the operation and moving to Spain, he expected business to go down a bit. I like Iivo, but he’s a bit limp when it comes to taking chances. Then again, he’s got a full house for tattooists and I’m only just certified in body mod. I guess, given the area, it’s a buyer’s market.
Goodbye, Iivo. Goodbye, Kalevala, Goodbye, drunk Finnish boys who want bears inked on your arses.
My last day, and it was August, so it stood to reason: sataa kuin Esterin perseestä. That’s vulgar, so I’ll just say it was raining cats and dogs. I don’t mind the rain: I’m not a stupid film witch, and I never met any real ones who melt anyway.
Mum planned to take me, even though Iivo said he would if I wanted him to. Nearest portal is Kangasala; Tampere is a magical wasteland, which I guess is probably why so many fae businesses do well there. Half the coffee shops are run by us elves, and of course being Finland elves are the majority of the Fae population, with a pretty good divide between Lios and Svart, not that we make much of a distinction these days. It’s the stupid western colonials who continue with their uppity pomp and circumstance and Victorian made-up stories about Seelie and Unseelie courts. We laugh about this, you know. Brits, Americans, they all had so much great mythology to draw from, and they picked Scottish words from the North of Scotland, which OK, are at least derived from Scandinavia where we like to think the first elves came from (yeah; that’s probably cultural superiority; people think Santa Claus comes from here, too), but give me a break. Seelie and Unseelie. Just because I am prohibited by blood from outright lying to you doesn’t mean I won’t outright fuck you up if you give me reason to. Why not fucking you up for sport makes me part of some special and different clan, I have no idea. My older sister Ula will fuck you up for sport: does that make her Unseelie? No fucking clue.
Anyway, that’s what I was thinking about on the drive to Kangasala, because Mum had to give me a lecture reminding me that American Fae have this antiquated system, and I’m all, ‘Mum, I picked a place that doesn’t do that, I looked it up, they don’t do the stupid winter and summer court thing, there’s no Queen Of Air And Darkness,’ And I totally did the funny voice. The look she gave me!
I should have let Iivo take me. At least there would have been beer. Mum wasn’t even going to let me vape in the car.
“You call me the minute you get there,” she said.
“Mum,” I said. “It’s a portal. It takes seconds.”
“You still call me.” She started to tear up.
“Mum,” I said. “You can come visit.”
Her mouth opened, then closed. “I am not made for America,” she said. She walked round the back of the car and grabbed the big suitcase and a smaller bag. Oh paska, Mum, you did not. “Here. You’re taking it.”
“You’re taking it.”
“Fuck’s sake, Mum.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “And you’re kissing me goodbye.”
You know what? My mum is sixteen hundred years old. I am her youngest child, her baby. She averages one child every other century or so. It occurred to me it was not wise to say no to her at this time. I opened my arms, palms out in the universal gesture of surrender. I put my arms around my mother and felt her arms around me. I kissed her goodbye.
And I took the suitcase, and the goddamn kantele, and I walked through the sithen gate, knowing she’d follow, knowing she’d watch, knowing she’d cry before and after, but not during, that all-important, “Yeah, mum, I made it,” phone call.
And that was the end of my last day in Tampere. And, I guess, the start of the new chapter.
Notes and Credits:
Val is a role-play character for Myserie, a Second Life roleplaying region. You can learn more about Myserie on the Myserie Role-play Site.
Val’s tank top has artwork designed by me, The Author, (Gwen Enchanted) and made into a lovely tank top by the amazing Mystie (Mystical Edenflower) who is MishMash Fusion. This tank top and some other tank tops inspired by Val’s journeys may be for sale soon. All artwork is original and designed by me. The translation of the Finnish text is, “My Hovercraft Is Full Of Eels”. I kid you not.
Head: Lelutka Evolution, Fleur
Skin: Wyrd, Alva, in T1
Tattoo: Nefekalum, Embellishment, Titanium
Eyebrows: Simple Bloom, Liv Spring Neutral (tinted)
Ears: Swallow, Pixie Ears
Eyes: Arte: Skjoldmøy Eyes
Eyelashes: Cazimi, Tidy Lashes
Hair: Stealthic, Rebellion
Facial Piercings: All Lelutka piercings for Fleur head, except;
By Princess Briar Rose, aka, Talia, aka, That Girl, aka, The Cursed One, aka, loads of other names people just haven’t called me to my face yet.
1. No Dancing At The Fey Stones At Twilight
I’m not allowed up to the moor To catch the copper twilight slant I’m not allowed even to view The windows of Maleficent
I’m not allowed to visit her She makes the nicest lipsticks though I’m not allowed to share her tea
And make my way home after dark
2. No basking beneath waxing moons
I’m not allowed to bathe beneath
The magically waxing moon Nor feel the mystic rise in me And sparkle up like fairy stars
I’m not allowed to use the pinch
Of Rose Potion she gave to me
To call the flowers of my heart
Because I have no other date
3. No Magic, What-So-Ever!
I’m not allowed to test my gifts I’m fifteen: all my cousins do! But no, I mustn’t hold a flame Or say the magic phrases, no
I’m not allowed to catch a rose And burn it so my wish comes true And I must never close my eyes And use my stone-sight in the dark
4. No Wearing My Nice Gown Onto the Moors At Night, Where I Am Not Allowed to Go Anyway.
I’m not allowed to sneak outside In my best dress: these gowns aren’t cheap! Silk’s strong, but not impervious To dirt and dew and grass, princess
I’m not allowed to rip my gown While doing things I mustn’t do Like sprinting home ahead of dawn And not quite falling off a bridge
But no-one has to know: I know The spinning lady in the keep Has needles she will lend to me Though I am not allowed to sew The King and Queen will never know
Notes And Credits: The Moor Stones: HarshLands, The Moors Rocks (Get them at Enchantment when it opens on 8th August!)
My Best Gown: Senzafine, Gwyneth (It’s at We Love Role-play, which opened today, 4th August!) Also, Synjari is amazing and you should buy all her stuff! My Perfect Princess Skin: Wyrd, Edda (It’s at the Wyrd Main Store!)
My Beautiful Hair: KMH Hair, F141 (Get it at Enchantment when it opens on 8th August!)
The Makeup Maleficent Made For Me, Because She Is So Nice: Shiny Stuffs, Beauty Sleep Eyeshadow, Good Morning Kisses Lipstick (Get them at Enchantment when it opens on 8th August!)
My Roses That Are Actually Magical Manifestations Of My Awesome Blooming Fae Power: Rivendale, Swirling Roses (Get them at Enchantment when it opens on 8th August!)
My Proper Princess Crown: MoonRabbit, Shiny Queen
My Proper Princess Pearls: Kunglers, Margaret Necklace & Earrings
Little Briar Rose, Or Whatever You Want to Call Her was portrayed by Gwyneth (she likes the cosplay!), and is styled on a Maitreya Lara Body and a Lelutka Evolution Lake Head.
Environment: Y’all, I love Enchantment so much that I build a set for it for the duration of the event. This one is on the ground in Awenia, and it’s got the Wicked Fairy House from yesterday’s post, plus HarshLands’ Moor Stones, plus HarshLands’ Ritual Rocks, and there’ll surely be more added as we get closer to the event and even further into it. Gorgeous moon and amazing stars cape is from Landscapes Unlimited, Off Sim Starry Night.
Get involved with a mortal, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll get to see all sorts of amazing things, they said.
Is this amazing?
Is this amazing, or what? I’m gonna go with, or what.
I swear, you have a beautiful whirlwind courtship following your debut at Queen Charlotte’s, a classy wedding in Tuscany (cost a quarter of a million pounds; that’s classy, right?), and a honeymoon in the Maldives, and then he tells you it’s time to get back to “real life”. Real Life?
Real Life is apparently when you move into a tiny flat in Nu Jyorck and he has to spend the whole weekend setting up a new office for his dad’s business while you…
Unpack? You have got to be kidding me.
And he’s all, ‘Honey, you’ll love the place; it’s so retro! Fittings and fixtures from the early 20th century tween war peace’!
It’s turquoise. I talked one of the moving guys into helping me unpack one box, but then he goes on about labour laws and since I’m Fae why don’t I just do it all with my magic, and then laughs at me because he think I’m some kind of skank who married a mortal for money.
Which I did not.
I married a mortal for sport; that’s a completely different thing.
It’d be enough to make a regular girl sad.
It’d be enough to make a regular girl sad. Luckily, for me at least, I am not a regular girl.
Because I’m such a dutiful little wifey, I put three bottles of champagne in the (delightfully retro) fridge to chill so we could have a lovely celebration when he came home at the end of his oh-so-long day to a completely unpacked, tidy little domicile. Do-fucking-mes-tic Bliss.
Yeah, forget that.
Yeah, fuck that noise. You know, now that I think about it, this whole thing might have been a big mistake.
This is really good champagne, though. At least he got that right.
Haha! How do you like me now, Mortal Boy?
Ha-haha! How do you like me now, Mortal Boy?
You know what? There’s hundreds of fae princes who’d have me! I didn’t need this adventure! I didn’t need this little lark! And I don’t need you!
You and your mayfly lifespan. You and your ‘Oh, let’s play house in a tiny flat even when we could afford a condo on Innsjøen. Oh, won’t it be fun if I go in and set things up on my end and then you set things up at home and cook me a nice dinner’?
You know what I think?
You’re in for a big surprise
I think you’re in for a big surprise when you get home. I’ll leave that last bottle of champagne: you’re going to need it.
Notes & Credits: The Retro Bombshell Dress: 1313 Mockingbird Lane, Delirium. Polka dot edition, updated for Summer 2020 with new textures & a Legacy rigging (get it at the 1313 Mockingbird Lane Main Store!)
The Sassy Retro Hair: Magika, Sierra
The Perfect Shoes: Reign, Kitty Heels
The Appropriate Pearls: EarthStones, Vintage Pearl (bracelet, necklace, earrings)
The Pointy Pointy Ears: Swallow, Elf Ears, High Definition
The Blue Eyes: Avi-Glam, Siren Eyes Gacha, 04 (at The Epiphany)
The Perfect Pink Lipstick: Nonnative’s Studio, Sora Lips
The Perfect Pink Nail Polish: Cazimi, Too Cute
The Expressive Eyebrows: Simple Bloom, ShieldsHunter
The Stunningly Freckled Skin: DeeTaleZ, Jane in Nordic
The Extra Freckles: VYC Femme, The Natural Freckles
The Body & Head: Maitreya, Lelutka Evolution Lake
The Shimmery, Glimmery Wings: Lovely Alien, Shimmer Fairy Wings
Environment: Shot in Awenia Faerie, The Box Studio
Photo Environment: Paparazzi, Urban View
Kitchen Fixtures: Trompe Loeil, Retro Kitchen
Dish Cabinet & Dinette: Eclectica, Curiosities, Formica & Chrome Kitchen Dresser, Kitchen Table, Turquoise
Canisters, Pots & Pans, Coffee Pot, Coffee Cup, Eclectica, Curiosities, anodised aluminium and green
Moving Boxes: Red Columbia, New Home Moving Boxes
Champagne Glasses: T-3D Creations, Gold Line Glass
“Make Tea Not War” graphic downloaded from Flickr: Personal Posters 4U (no information on how to purchase and they didn’t respond to queries)
Some Days, all I want is to relax and not think about anything heavy. As the Queen in Awenia, days like that are hard to come by, but I managed to schedule one, yesterday in fact.
Summer needs a pool
Summer needs a pool, and Faerie provides. At the far end of the Sacred Grove, there’s now a rock-lined pond, with clear water and the best exposure to the afternoon sun. So that’s where I spent a good part of yesterday. I felt like — well, I didn’t feel like a Queen; I can tell you that.
When I picked up this beautiful bathing suit from 1313 Mockingbird Lane, the pond hadn’t appeared yet. I thought I was going to have to go find some retro clue in Nu Jyorck or something, put on some 1950s rock and roll, and just glam out on a beach towel. Now, though, I don’t have to do that, and given that much of the multiverse is dealing with a pandemic, it’s probably for the best. I can philosophise about that situation later: what I want to do now is smile smugly and tell you that Awenia Faerie is Almost Ready.
That’s right: in a matter of days, we’ll be reopening Awenia Faerie to tourist traffic. Of course, for tourists from Realms affected by the pandemic, we’ll be requiring health checks prior to authorising travel. Although the Fae are not susceptible to this disease (or any human diseases, really), we want all our tourists to enjoy a safe sojourn in Faery, or at least a sojourn safe from those things that might cause them worry or stress in their home Realms. That’s what a holiday is for, isn’t it?
It’s been stressful getting ready, but now I think I’m ready.
And as steady as I’ve ever been, so let’s say I’m steady as well.
Time to Leap!
Time to leap! And there’s nothing better than just jumping right in to something, you’ve longed to do for many, many months now.
Awenia Faerie Will Open To Visitors For The First Time In Over A Year In Just A Few Days. Watch This Space!
Notes and Credits: The properly retro polkadot bathing costume (including the blowing skirt): 1313 Mockingbird Lane, Margot Swimsuit (get it at The Epiphany!)
The I kinda want to be Audrey Hepburn hair: Magika, Prudence
The glam apricot skin for proper 1950s beach babes: DeeTaleZ, Cora, in Nordic
The matte orangey-red lipstick required for beachy blondes: theMARS: Chapped Lip
The eyes of clearest blue: Heaux, Smoothie Eyes
The kitty pearl necklace and earrings: RealEvil Industries, Kitty Pearl
The mascara-full lashes: Michan, Rachel Lashes
The yummy brown eyeshadow: Voodoo, Summer Matte
The oh-so-pointy ears: Swallow, Elf Ears High Definition
The Body: Maitreya
The Head: Lelutka, Lake Evolution
The Pond: Two Moon Gardens, Shimmery Pond
I should be used to it, really. Used to the way things appear and disappear and remake themselves. It is Faerie, after all.
But that never stops me from just staring in raw wonder at some of the things that crop up.
A new faerie circle
In the Sacred Grove, there’s a new faerie circle with lovely illuminated grass and mushrooms that, I kid you not, smell of strawberries. Our demifae are a wonder. I did find one of them and ask, and the only thing she’d tell me was they got the mushroom spores from Keira Raindale. That’s no surprise: the lady is a mistress of whimsy: of course the mushrooms smell like strawberries.
I picked up some friends
Apparently, bunnies like me today. And this is Tuille, one of our resident unicorns. He’s feeling very spiffy since he told me he had always wanted to be a viking unicorn and so we found him some beautiful tattoos and a horn etching from Devras at Valkyrie Designed. Behind him, you can see where the demifae have made their summer goddess altar; this is our summer guardian tree, and while she may move on when autumn comes, I doubt she will ever stay far away.
I just can’t get over the illuminated grass in this faery circle. And beyond it, you can see the rocks surrounding a new little pond (I must take a dip in there later!). And the Cats and Caitsidhe were apparently so happy with our hosting a Summerlands for cats here that they’ve added a temple in the roots of the Shrine Tree. I’m glad they’ve chosen us.
Our dancing elf statue ended up here? I expected to find this in the Book Forest; which reminds me, I must get over there and explore sometime soon: there’s no telling what the stories have been getting up to. You can’t stop stories, no matter how hard you try. Stories just are. They persist, and if you won’t tell them, they’ll tell themselves.
The little dryad!
Haha! I didn’t even notice this lovely little dryad the demifae placed here on the summer guardian altar. What thoughtful little creatures they are. And they’ve left a guard, right in her hand. I hope they’re giving you regular breaks, guard of the guardian.
I stepped across to spend some time with the memory of our gone-forward cats, and shed a few tears for cats I’m missing especially right now. I think it’s safe to say the sacred grove is ready.
I do still want to spend some quiet time in that bathing pool, though. Maybe soon.
Notes and Credits:
The Halter With Tassels: PaperMoon, Gelsey Halter (get it at Midsummer Enchantment—hurry, the event closes on 26 July!)
Those Amazing Boots: Wicca’s Originals, Lyndis Boots (get them at Midsummer Enchantment—hurry, the event closes on 26 July!)
The Hair That Makes You Wanna Know How Gwyneth Got Such Amazing Hair: Analog Dog (natch!) Fluttercup (it’s new at the Analog Dog Main Store!)
But Those Jeans Though: Blueberry, Evie Jeans
Gloves? Those are so cool!: Masoom, Petra Gloves (these are at the currently-running [til 25 July] Cosmopolitan)
Choker: Kibitz, Tricia’s Choker (at Kustom9)
Sparkly Antlers: Attic, Fairy Horn (also at Kustom9)
Circlet: Amias, Edana
Head: Lelutka, Evolution Lake
Skin: DeeTalez, Jane for Lelutka Evolution, in Celtic
Ears: Swallow, Elf Ears High Definition
Environment: Awenia Faerie, Sacred Grove (open soon!)
Amazing Fairy Circle: Raindale, Fairy Circle (get it at Midsummer Enchantment—hurry, the event closes on 26 July!)
Grove Trees include:
Happy Mood: Garden Tree10 – A (ground shape2) LI:14
Happy Mood: Fallen Tree – flowers LI:9
Little Branch: AppleTree, BuckTHorn, DownyBirch, GreenAsh, HawThornTree
Summer Guardian Tree: HarshLands, The Summer Guardian
Offering Table: *ionic* Forest Tree Table
Bonsai Dryad: *HEXtraordinary* Bonsai Dryad
Summer Guardian Roses: Heart, Classic & Wild Roses
Summer Guardian Food Offerings: Kopfkino, Royal Pavilion various food
Cat Shrine: Maru Kado
Ground Cover: Happy Mood, Sweet Garden Grass 08, Raindale, Fairy Grass
Tuille the Unicorn: Teegle, Unicorn
Unicorn Mods: Skin, Cinnamon, Silver Buckskin. Tattoos and horn: Valkyrie Designed, unicorn horn, engraved light brown, and tattoo, Celtic Shields
ping me in world if you’d like to know about anything else!
Because The Author isn’t OK with showing you all where she sits and cries for her world, she’s asked me to do it for her. The song’s from Billy Bragg, released in 1985. History marches on.
Whose world is it, anyway?
The party that became so powerful by sinking foreign boats Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes And being resolute in conference with the ad man’s expertise The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these
The right to build communities is back behind closed doors ‘Tween government and people stands the right arm of the law And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the Bulldog Breed Is a family without a home and a pensioner in need?
Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV And another demonstration passes on to history
with a small l
Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we can achieve And wearing badges is not enough in days like these —Billy Bragg (YouTube link below)
Peace, Bread, Work, and Freedom?
Notes & Credits: The Dress That Makes Gwyneth Beautiful Even In Despair: Oubliette, Cordelia Skirt & Top, in Periwinkle (get it at Midsummer Enchantment—hurry, the event closes on 26 July!)
The Tats: White Widow, Music Box
The Jewellery: Romazin, Barta Necklace
The Stockings: Alaskametro, Wanda nylon stockings
The Shoes: Ingenue, Haru Flats
The Body: Maitreya
The Head: Lelutka Evolution, Lake
The Skin, DeeTalez, Jane for Lelutka Evolution, in Celtic
The Hair, Raven Bell, Neried
The Ears: Swallow, Elf Ears High Definition
The Eyeshadow: Cazimi, Cruel Summer
The Eyebrows: Cazimi, Cruel Summer
The Blush: Cazimi, Cruel Summer
The Lips: theMARS: Apple Crush Dark
Location: Awenia, The Box Studio
Photo Backdrop: Minimal, Versalles Corridor
Mirrors: Candle & Cauldron, Magic Mirror
Poses, Couch, Rain Cloud: Le Poppycock, Rough Patches