Senzafine
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We Lost One
From Gwyneth: That’s how Brán put it when he told me. ‘We lost one, Your Majesty’. When he told me who it was, of course I rushe to the Library. Now, I probably hadn’t thought to tell you about my Chimerical Librarians, because the Library isn’t officially open yet, so there’s been no need to… Continue reading
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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
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A Quiet Shift in Fungalmire?
From The Amazing Catwoman: So, yeah. I took last year off from working security at the Great Faire, and it was worth it. I enjoyed doing not-much, but more importantly, the offer to work this year’s Faire came with considerably more remuneration than previous Faires! I guessed they missed me, eh? Either that or someone… Continue reading
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A Slow Walk in Glimmering Meadows
From Gwyneth: It’s my favourite time of the year. Time for the entire household to relocate to one of the many Faireland Realms and make our home here for two solid weeks whilst we enjoy shopping, music, lively tours, author talks, shopping, and parties. There’s even a film festival these days. And … Did I… Continue reading
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If it’s High Spring, We Have to Visit Ostara’s Altar
I think one of the things I love about Spring is that BCreative Wilde hosts the Ostara’s Altar event, and it’s just one of the loveliest Faires to visit, I mean, aside from the Great Faire, but more on that later. Every detail is attended to, and a day spent at one of B’s events… Continue reading
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Before the Ball in Isles of Tarrin
We planned to attend the Faire’s glamorous masqued ball, but truth be told, large gatherings are making me a bit anxious these days. Of course, there are many satellite parties, so the Fairchilde was our choice for later in the evening. It only made sense that I spent my day before the ball in the… Continue reading
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On the Wind
There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something.… Continue reading
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PROM-PIT Spot, Take 1
Music swells, a romantic chord progression working up from the fifth to the one, and then, a calming…. VOICEOVER: She’s always wanted this. Your little girl. Your princess. Your… angel. But it’s her dream, to wear a beautiful gown, to have her hair done, to step out with all her friends…. Even if, for her… Continue reading
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What We Become
They tell you when you start the roadThey tell you that the road is longThey don’t tell you it never endsThey don’t tell you that it’s all hills It’s beautiful, it’s beautifulIt’s long, it’s hard, and I am tiredAnd here among these picture booksPerhaps I’ll rest a little while They’re all well-kept, the picture booksLike… Continue reading
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Things I am Not Meant To Do, Part I
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. 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… Continue reading
About Me
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.
Recent Posts
- We Lost One
- Post-Faire Litfest Tour Recap! (Personal Edition)
- Her Majesty’s Chief Curator… Not at your service.
- Nesting in Nysaris
- Disillusioned in Dingir
Three Twisted Knots 