Catch A Falling Star…

As usual, when I have a moment where I feel that I must someday and soon be a Queen again, I seem to need a balance of irresponsibility.

Catch a Falling Star 3 BLOG - 1

So of course I went and jumped off the lighthouse.

So of course I went and jumped off the lighthouse. I mean, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable response to the certainty of upcoming responsibility, doesn’t it? I knew you’d understand.

The kids say the lighthouse is haunted, and of course it is… but not many ghosts want to make trouble with a Royal Sidhe on an irresponsibility binge. And it’s not like I got drunk first. And I had my wings on.

And, oh dear gods and goddesses, I received a reply from my Mother. But I’ll tell you about that later.

Now, all I’m concerned about is the rush of air beneath my wings, the turn toward the forest, and the decision to just float down to the ground instead.

Catch a Falling Star BLOG - 1

Was that a float, or a fall?

Was that a float, or a fall? I’m not sure. But whatever it was, the ground of our Island feels good beneath my body, smelling as it does of ozone (it’ll rain later), grass, that sexy smell of dirt. Yes, dirt is sexy. Shut up.

I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago
The fear of getting caught
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away
Replaced by everyday
Nightswimming….

That song is still going through my head. I’m not swimming. Not sure why it kept playing in my head as I floated down to the ground in front of the lighthouse, Yes, I can hear the quiet chatter of the ghosts inside, forever going over the past—much like that song. REM. I haven’t thought about REM in ages. Maybe living in a more modern Realm is beginning to play on my senses. Any minute now I’ll be rocking out to Nine Inch Nails and putting on my 90s togs.

Catch a Falling Star 2 BLOG - 1

Playful.

Playful. That’s how I feel tonight. I can be serious and playful at the same time, can’t I? Can’t I?

RedMint always does something amazing for Hair Fair, and this one is my favourite so far!

Style Card:
Body: Maitreya
Head: Catwa, Lona Bento Mesh Head
Hair: RedMint, Hair number 53’17 (Available NOW at Hair Fair!)
Eyes: Mesange, Tosca Eyes
Ears: Swallow, Elf Ears High Definition
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Marigold (Omega all-in-one applier) Marigold is the July Group Gift at 7 Deadly s{K}ins. Join the group and find it in the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!
Wings: BareRose, Lace B Wings (Bento!)
Clothes: Rust Republic, Kitten jeans and top
Stars: Persefona, Floating Stars (Available NOW at Cosmopolitan!)

Poses: All from Roquai, the Sparrow series.

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I’d never post vague dire omens about White Owl Island without it!

HF 2017 logo - 1  7ds    MESANGE LOGO 2017

 

SaveSave

The Back Forty

New Blog Headers - 10

The Amazing Catwoman:

So, yeah. I said my mobile was working in that strange forest I landed in. About two hours after I discovered the crag above the water, right after I’d put together a makeshift campsite and managed to gig a couple of frogs for dinner, I got a call from my fixer. Security gig, small town, infested with demons, probably last a week or so, basic demon cleaning, no biggie, nice payoff at the end, accommodation provided by the town in question.

Sounded like a sweet job, so sure, I took it.

You know, nothing is ever the way they pitch it to you. Nothing.

HF2 BLOG - 1

What. The Actual. Fuck.

At first, I thought I might have travelled to the wrong Realm by accident; that’s been known to happen. But no; I was shortly met by Zeke, my contact. Seriously? There are actually people named Zeke? Who the fuck even knew that? And what were his parents even thinking? Jesus. Or Whomever. Zeke took me through the nearly deserted town, explaining that most of the population had deserted the place, “On account of this demon infestation, see?”

“No offence,” I said, and I winced inwardly at that: I think people who say “no offence” usually mean to give quite a lot, but I didn’t, really I didn’t, “but it looks like the population has been gone for quite some time.”

“Week or two, tops,” he insisted. “And why’d they send a demon to take care of a demon infestation, anyway? No offence.”

“Would you like to know how many knives I’ve got stashed in these boots, Zeke?” I asked. “I’m no demon; I’m a svart alfar, and I’m not seeing any evidence of demons around here, so you’d better produce one or I’ll be heading back to my fixer without doing jack shit for you, and you’ll still pay my fee, or you’ll meet some real demons. A lot of very interesting people work for my boss.”

Zeve raised both hands, backed up a couple of steps. “Whoa there, little lady. Nobody needs to be siccing demons on anybody, not with the problem I’ve got.” All this time he’d been leading me down an overgrown street. “Here we go,” he said finally. “Village Garage.”

HF2 BLOG - 2

Yep: it was a garage, all right.

Yep: It was a garage, all right. And holy mother of fuck, there was an old Dodge with the engine on pumping out black smoke like it was in the middle of a full-on engine failure.

“What’s up with the Dodge?”

“That’s the demon.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“I would not shit you about the demon Dodge,” Zeke intoned.

“Right.” I covered my nose with my hand. “Yeah, OK; I can smell the sulphur. You got one of those face masks you use when you’re working with something smelly that might give you some kind of lung disease if you inhale too much of it?” I asked.

“Got a bandana,” he said.

“Great.” Great. Zeke handed me an oily bandana, which I duly tied around my nose. “You know I get a bonus if I clear up your problem in short time,” I said.

“Go for it,” Zeke replied. “I’ll leave you to it.” And he was off down the street. Coughing a bit.

“All right, you little fucker,” I said. “Come out where I can see you.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me fill this car up with chlorine,” I said.

“You wouldn’t. There’d be an explosion.”

“I would. Whole town’s deserted because of you and your little friends,” I said. “And I am not a very patient demon cleaner.”

“It’s just me.” The demon actually managed to sound petulant. “The others got bored.”

“Bored.”

“Yeah: too easy. Once we trashed the church, whole population, vamos.” I think it snapped its fingers.

“Except Zeke.”

“Yeah, except him. I’m working on him.”

“What do you want a shitty little town in the middle of nowhere for?” I asked.

“I dunno. Something about a vortex of evil to take over the whole universe,” the demon replied. “It’s the same shit every job. We’re always going to take over the universe, and we never do, and then there I am, barely a fortnight later, stuck in the belly of a car that still takes leaded petrol, because that is my lot.”

“So you don’t believe there’s actually a vortex here that’ll help your masters take over the universe.”

“Fuck no. This is just make-work. All the big boys are busy with politics at the moment. They have to keep us out of trouble.” A black shape began to manifest out of the smoke the Dodge was coughing up. I could swear it shrugged. “I used to think one day they’d put me on politics, but that was a fucking pipe dream,” it continued.

“So quit.”

“What?”

“You heard me: quit.”

“Can’t. Got debts.”

I rolled my eyes. “You demons have such a fucking caste system.”

The black smoke took a vaguely humanoid shape. It managed to manifest a pair of red eyes. “Very impressive,” I said.

“You don’t sound impressed.”

“I’m not, actually. Seriously: there are whole cities out there with huge demon populations. You could corrupt a couple of kids, pay off your debt in no time.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. Plenty of work for lesser demons: your boss just isn’t very imaginative.” I scoffed. “The whole ‘vortex of evil’ plot; so overdone. Somebody’s been watching too much Buffy.”

“I loved that show.”

“Me too, but it’s not the same as real life.” The Dodge stopped coughing up smoke and the engine stilled. “Seriously, I’ll pop you off into a Realm where you can just walk into a bar, meet some loser, start stripping souls, make yourself a tidy retirement fund.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. Here.” I opened up the bag I carry for this kind of work. “Pocket dimension. Pop in there and I’ll transport you to the right place, once I check in with Zeke and let him know the job’s done.”

The amorphous head tilted. “You’re not having me on?”

“Nope. You got kids out there thinking sex with demons would be pretty rad. You can take two, three souls a night that way, and nobody’ll even miss them.”

Shadowy fingers worked as the demon did some internal calculations. “Could pay off my debt in a year that way.”

“You owe six hundred souls?”

“Nine hundred, actually. Married a human and had four kids with her.”

I whistled. “That’ll do it. Yeah; into the bag with you.”

And that was that. It went willingly into the pocket dimension, and I closed the bag with the drawstring. Five day job? Five minute job.

Of course, once I checked in with Zeke I had to wait until sunset to catch the portal out: it was one of those old fashioned ones that only works at dawn or twilight.

HF2 BLOG - 3

So I wandered around a little.

So I wandered around a little. Discovered what is probably the only intelligent life in this town. Checked in with the fixer, made sure Zeke paid him, made sure the funds plus my bonus were in my account. Swapped the bag with one of the demon relocation team. Then, I got myself back to that forest as quick as I could manipulate the Realm stream, because another couple of frogs would not be a bad way to end the evening.

And here’s some more fashion bloggy stuff!

Once again, I’m featuring one of the great hairstyles available at the 2016  Hair Fair! Hair Fair is open until 31 July, and a percentage of the proceeds of all sales go to benefit Wigs For Kids. Hair Fair is the best place to stock up on the latest and greatest hairstyles available on the Grid!

With that in mind, and because there is going to be no way to write a separate story around all the hair I picked up at Hair Fair (I bought a lot of hair…. no one who knows me will be surprised by this!), here are some editorials of other styles I can’t wait to put on TAC for role-play and blog stories in the near future:

HF2 BLOG - 4

41’16, from Red Mint!

HF2 BLOG - 5

69HF, from Barberyumyum!

HF2 BLOG - 6

Blowdry, from Atelier Pepe!

HF2 BLOG - 7

Cross, from Little Bones!

Style Card:
Body: Maitreya
Head: LAQ, Trinity
Ears: Soul Uni Ears, Blix
Eyes: Soul, Sidhe Eyes
Skin: The Plastik, Draziele, Aeshma
Hair: Mina, Odyle (available at Hair Fair! Hair fair is NOW OPEN!)
Clothes: Wicca’s Wardrobe, Nimue Outfit (Available at We❤ RP!)
Boots: Wicca’s Wardrobe, Montana Boots (Available at We❤ RP!)
Ring: Aisling, The Good Wife
Necklace: Empyrean Forge, The Dreamer, Fortuity Vibrant
Poses: PosESion, from the 100 poses for $399 set currently on sale at their Main Store
Setting: The Village and Bar Deco, which is a gorgeous sim with so many photo opportunities! (Another great discovery thanks to Ziki Questi’s fantastic blog)

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. The Amazing Catwoman never talks lesser demons into shady pocket dimension transfer deals without it!

hair-fair-2016-banner

A Chat With My Daughter….

Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

Talk about something that feels weird to say! Yesterday for once, I wasn’t completely caught up with meetings and suchlike, so I made a cup of tea and spent some time talking with Drysi.

It’s so funny: Drysi was the dark crystal. I thought we’d be at odds from day one. And maybe we will be at odds, eventually, but so far she’s shown herself to be a damn sight more responsible than her brother (more on that later!) and a hell of a lot more down to earth (literally and figuratively speaking!) than her sister.

She's just in the background here.

She’s just in the background here.

She’s just in the background here, but I will get her closer up sometime soon. Even so new out of the crystal, she’s acquired her own style—they all have, I guess—and, I don’t know. She reminds me of myself, even though I felt that dark side pulling at her and I know she is more her father’s child than mine. I remember feeling so odd when I checked on her crystal sometimes, like there was a shadow over it. It worried me.

That said, we had a good conversation. We talked about how much we both liked the scrying pool, though she didn’t know it was called that (or what scrying was, actually; had to define that one for her). She wondered if we could go back together sometime when there weren’t scary horse creatures there, and I allowed that we could. (Note: I really will tell you all this story at some point; suffice it to say that my son is apparently an idiot and he has a date with a Kelpie one year and a day from last Sunday.)

She wanted to know about books with stories in them, and I pointed her to the right shelf upstairs in the library. And then, of course, I recalled that I had to take Wulfrich to the place where the Kelpie had taken her and Eilian the other night, and it had to happen before sundown: given the current political climate none of us want to be in the Unseelie Lands much during the dark hours. I felt bad, just having a cup of tea and leaving her there. But Bran will take care of things. He is so capable. Sometimes I think he’d make a better Queen then I do, and to be honest, he might look just as good in many of my gowns. 😉

There's something to be said about slinky casual, I think.

There’s something to be said about slinky casual, I think.

There’s something to be said about slinky casual, I think. No big skirts to get in the way. This dress feels almost like a dressing gown, but it looks like I’m on my way to a party. Which I think is how a Fae Queen should look most of the time.

Wulfrich, the big softie, was openly appreciative of the dress. I think sometimes he feels as proprietary about me as any of the other important men in my life; it’s just that his days are filled with different sorts of battles than mine are.

He brought half a dozen of my Knights with him, and they scouted all round the perimeter of the area. It’s a beautiful place, the lair of this half-Kelpie, half-Incubus. I sensed his demon side when we were in close enough proximity, and of course that fed in to why I made the deal with him that I did. Of course he ended up thinking he’d won a victory, but as far as I’m concerned all my creatures (and they are all my creatures) deserve to live their lives in whatever way works best for them.

That’s how I feel about all my creatures, even the ones who might mean me harm. They’re unlikely to end my life, and if I’m foolish enough to put myself into a situation where I must bargain with them, then that’s my responsibility.

Style Card:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Sientje blonde (in the NEW Pineapple skin tone!), available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!
Hair: RedMint, Hair Number 38’15 (New at Hair Fair!)
Gown: FINESMITH, Goddess, in Sky (New at the FINESMITH Main Store!)
Jewellery: EMO-tions, Cecile (necklace and armband)
Sandals: Carrie’s Boutique, Silver Gem Change Sandals
Ears: Lumae, Leevi Long Ears

Location: The Tree House, The Great Seelie Forest

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