Vagabond: Or,The Coming of the King

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Enticing the Gypsy Davey to set up a residence in Faerie again won’t be easy.

Enticing the Gypsy Davey to set up a residence in Faerie again wouldn’t be easy. You’d need a special place, for an erstwhile Rom Baro. You’d need a place like Vagabond.

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I hesitated at the door.

I hesitated at the door. The boys had spent the last couple of days putting together what they promised would be a vardo fit for a baro, but you can never be too sure. Still, as I contemplated the exterior art, and the general placement of the caravan (as far away from Her Perniciousnes as possible), it seemed like something The Davey might like. It’s not like I’ve ever met him or anything. I think he’s my step great-uncle or something, but I wouldn’t want to presume.

I’m An. That’s short for Annwn, which is a Welsh word that means the land of the dead. It’s an unlucky name, but my granny thought my green eyes could withstand the force of the land of the dead, so that’s what she named me. My mum isn’t fond of the name; she always wanted me to go by Ann when I went to school that time, but I thought it was silly to have two ‘n’s when it’d be pronounced the same with only one; plus, easier to write. Job done.

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Speaking of jobs, my job that day was to clean and decorate the baro’s vardo.

Speaking of jobs, my job that way was to clean and decorate the baro’s vardo. Quite a lot of his chete got sent on ahead; I never saw so much stuff belonging to a travelling Rom. Must take a dozen boys to heft his cases, and I’ll bet his travel vardo is just filled to the brim with boxes. That’s what comes of not having a wife, my mum would say.

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But of course, the Gypsy Davey is more than just an errant Gypsy Baro.

But of course, the Gypsy Davey is more than just an errant Gypsy Baro. That’s what I was thinking as I carefully directed the boys to put the stencilled hutch in just so and made sure the lamps gave the dark corners a good wash. The boys had placed the vardo so that the back windows caught water off the lake, so there would be lots of daylight. But, you know, we are not just a daylight people. I grabbed a box of tiles I’d been collecting for some purpose or other and grouted them together after carefully spacing them in a pattern haphazard enough to look as if it was thrown together, just to give the back wall a bit more colour.

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I hung beads and lace and a couple of printed hangings in the back corner.

I hung beads and lace and a couple of printed hangings in the back corner. That’s also where I placed the candlatch, because I thought it would be a good spot for meditating on an evening, looking over the water like that. You could almost get jealous of such a place, if you didn’t know the kind of bullshit anybody chosen “baro” would have to go through with us lot. Especially living as we do in Faerie, slipping in and out of the mists and that. Not a lot of Fae Rom around these days; most Romany are human, but we’re brothers and sisters to the human Rom even as we are to one another, and sometimes we intermarry, but if your family is in Faerie, hm. Not so much. You want to preserve the Fae magic, you know? Not that it gets diluted when a girl beds a mortal Rom, but there’s a lessening. Yeah, OK; it gets diluted, but that sounds dirty and racist and I’m no racist even though I’d never marry a Gaje boy.

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My eyes mean I don’t have many prospects among the Rom.

My eyes mean I don’t have many prospects among the Rom. My granny thought of themas a good omen. “Fae eyes,” she called them. “You have the Seelie eyes, girl.” Over and over again when I was a kid. Other people have not been so kind, and the eyes, coupled with the unlucky name, well. I’ve heard myself referred to as “that demon girl” on more than one occasion, and once I even got in a fistfight about it.

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I took a break once the sun shifted and I’d got the bulk of the living space done.

I took a break once the sun shifted and I’d got the bulk of the living space done. Grabbed a beer out of the cooler and drank it furtively, since I don’t want to sully what reputation I’ve got drinking during daylight. Even in February the boys chose to go off for a rabbit hunt once they’d got all the big stuff in place; they left the fiddly bits for me.

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And then, there was only one little bit to go.

And then, there was only one little bit to go. I hummed as I carefully arranged silk flowers, along with some real ones, mostly to test if what they say about Davey’s virility is true. (If it is, when I come back in a month, those real flowers will still be blooming bright along with the silk ones, filling the whole vardo with the scent of springtime and sex and other things a good Romany girl pretends she doesn’t know about.

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There was a certain mischievous (bordering on naughty) rush to relaxing on The Davey’s own bed.

That said, there was a certain mischievous (bordering on naughty) rush to relaxing on The Davey’s own bed. I wriggled my hips into the duvet and made sure my boots were clean before I lay down there, “just to test the mattress, see if it’s fit,” I whispered to myself. It’s OK if you tell a lie, if you know it’s a lie. It’s the lies people tell when they don’t know they’re lies; those are the bad ones. Anyway, it wouldn’t matter in a few days: Davey would come back, or he wouldn’t come back; I’d meet him, or I wouldn’t; he’d see something more than a demoness in my eyes—or he wouldn’t. I swung my legs off the bed and monkey-swung down to the living area (there’s a ladder, but who needs it when it’s so easy to fall).

And then, you know, I went back to my mum and dad’s vardo, not so far away but without such a view of the water, and I did not think of the scents that lingered on the clothes I unpacked into the hutch, the drifting mist of him everywhere through his possessions. An, you’re a dreamer, I said to myself. The land of the dead does not unite with the spark of life. But then, you know. The wind came through the window, and it smelt of the sea and I thought I could smell his sheets, sheets I’d lain upon. And, I confess, I sinned.

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An is wearing a set of beautiful pigtails from Pink Hustler; the style is called PH 8169. Her tunic is from the February Treasure Box; it’s Rogue from Unrepentant, and it comes in a beautiful variety of colours. Those amazing eyes are Omega eye appliers from Out of Orbit, and they really are called Seelie Eyes. Her skin is the new Cashew tone from 7 Deadly s{K}ins, which will be released at the upcoming Skin Fair. The stunning vardo in these photographs is Death Row Designs’ beautiful Vagabond collection, which is coming soon to The Arcade GachaThe Arcade opens on the first of March, so prepare your pocketbooks, because this is a huge gacha collection, and ever little piece of it is beautiful. The gacha key is available on the Arcade Shopping Guide, but it’s also below for your viewing pleasure.

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DRD Vagabond Gacha Key

Style Card:

Setting: Awenia
Vardo: Death Row Designs, Vagabond RARE Trailer
All the decorations in the vardo are from the Death Row Designs Vagabond gacha.

Annwn:
Body: Maitreya
Head: Catwa, Catya Mesh Bento Head
Hair: Pink Hustler, PH 8169 (Available NOW at Hairology!)
Eyes: Out of Orbit, Seelie Eyes (Omega Appliers)
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Cashew (New colour COMING SOON to the Skin Fair!)
Ears: Eclipse Art Studio, Nepthune Ears (Available FOR ONE MORE DAY at Fetish Fair!)
Hands: Vista, Bento Prohands
Tunic and belt: Unrepentant: Rogue, (Part of the February Treasure Chest!)
Leggings: Lassitude & Ennui, Handstitched Leather Leggings (Maitreya appliers)
Boots: Paper Moon, Huck Boots

Special thanks are due to Nathaniel Ballard (BenBold Resident), who created my new watermark for Enchanted Photography. Thanks, Nate!

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I’d never create a new Romany character just to decorate the Gypsy Davey’s new vardo without it!

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Once Upon a Fairy Tale…

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Yesterday, I took the Gypsy Davey to Once Upon a Fairy Tale.

Yesterday, I took the Gypsy Davey to Once Upon a Fairy Tale.

The sim, which is currently in the SL Destinations Guide, is a whimsical smorgasbord of several floating islands depicting various bits and pieces of fairy tales.

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Davey, of course, went straight for the Elven Pavilion.

Davey, of course, went straight for the Elven Pavilion, to pay his respects to the goddess and to have a photo snapped with her earthly depiction.

We then spent some time just roaming around the sim. There’s a lot to see, and no way to capture all of it in a series of photographs.

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I was reminded of all the time I spent in 2007 searching out SL Stonehenges.

I was reminded of all the time I spent in 2007 searching out SL Stonehenges. That entry is somewhere on LiveJournal, but suffice it to say I used to love finding stone circles in odd places (people’s living rooms, pubs, the backs of trucks….). It was a fun hobby, particularly back when wearing the wrong pair of shoes could result in, um. Teleportation fail ring a bell, anyone?

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Above this particular stone circle, two dragons are locked in eternal battle.

Above this particular stone circle, two dragons are locked in eternal battle. In the distance, you can see the topmost point of the Elven Pavilion. Davey thought we should at least try to scry out who would be the winner, but I, because I may be slightly more versed in Arthurian myth than he is, told him we should let it go and move on to explore other parts of the sim.

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Selfie with the Buddha?

Selfie with the Buddha? …Yeah. We arrived at an Asian corner of the sim, and Davey insisted on having his photograph taken with this statue of the Buddha. Cheesy grin, “come at me bro” pose, and all. Sometimes I don’t know what I’ll do with him: he manages to be charming throughout these juvenile flights of fancy, so it’s impossible to be angry with him, but still. I’m not sure the Buddha was all that impressed, though bless him, Davey did not try to rub the statue’s belly for luck on the way out.

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Eventually, we came upon Davey’s own people.

Eventually, we came upon Davey’s own people, in the form of a Gypsy Fortuneteller. Davey was properly respectful and asked me to hang back while he talked to the woman. Later, he explained that while business was slow for her, he didn’t want to alarm her: it isn’t every day that the presumptive King of the Gypsies, albeit from another Realm, shows up at your fortunetelling tent, you know?

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“Davey, what are you doing with that spyglass?” I asked.

“Davey, what are you doing with that spyglass?” I asked. “You aren’t even holding it right.”

He turned to me with an elongated sigh. “There are beautiful women around here,” he said. “I just know it.”

“I am not spending the day as your wing man,” I said.

“I don’t need a wing man,” he replied.

OK, that may be true, but I didn’t want him to start wooing women and getting the whole sim in an uproar. “Why don’t we go and look at the unicorns?” I suggested.

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“Look at this tiny house!” Davey shouted.

“Look at this tiny house!” Davey shouted. “Even I’m too tall for it!”

I just shook my head. At least he wasn’t horndogging.

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“You should call this one, ‘Even Unicorns Love Me!'” Davey suggested.

“You should call this one, Even Unicorns Love Me!” Davey suggested.

“Do you have to plaster on that cheesy grin every time I take your photograph?”

“Yep. Makes me look seductively sinister.”

I may have actually face-palmed.

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Airship ride

But all Davey’s bravado and silliness were knocked aside when we discovered the airship. He was silent and fascinated. And probably trying to read over this poor guy’s shoulder, but that’s a skill you learn when you spend a lot of time realm-hopping. It’s a good way to figure out where (and when!) you are.

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We loved our visit to Once Upon a Fairytale.

We loved our visit to Once Upon a Fairy Tale. It’s a great destination, and a great way to spend some time in Second Life. Of course, if you want the outfit Davey’s wearing, you’re going to have to go to We

Style Card:
Body: Slink
Head: Catwa, Justin
Hair: No Match, No Toy
Ears: Mandala: Steking Ears, Season 5
Eyes: Mesange, Don’t Speak Eyes (Omega Eye Appliers)
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Ivar, Earth (Available NOW at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store as the GROUP GIFT for guys in February!)
Outfit: Silvan Moon Designs, Ranger of Islavare Tunic Set, Red (Available NOW at We )

Location: Once Upon a Fairy Tale.

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never take The Gypsy Davey on a field trip without it!

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So, I guess you could say I’m into mesh heads….

I know a lot of other bloggers have done this, but as my friend Lapis says, everyone brings their own perspective.

I seem to have several mesh heads.

Mostly, I have gravitated toward Lelutka and Catwa heads, because these heads are easy to match with the skins I want. And, as much as I like the look of some of the Genesis heads, I’ve rarely bought one, because the appliers just aren’t out there. Now, I’ve heard many rumours as to why this might be the case, but I don’t really know for sure, so I’m not going to speculate here.

The very first mesh head I bought, probably over a year ago now, was the Lelutka Aria. At the time, there were only a couple of Lelutka heads out, and I bought it because it was the one that had the smallest lips, believe it or not! I have this thing where I don’t want my avatar’s lips to look super-botoxed, and I’m so glad that lately, I’ve been seeing some mesh heads that look closer to right for me. Of course, every one I see that’s closer to right, I buy… so now I have a bit of a collection.

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The Lelutka Aria

So this is the first mesh head I bought. It’s the Lelutka Aria head, and it’s pictured here, as all the other heads I’ll show in this post with Lumae’s gorgeous Eirtae skin, Emo-Tions Leni hair, and BentBox Sylvan Ears. And yes, at the time, these looked like the least full lips that Lelutka had to offer. I’m one of those people who loves to jump on the bandwagon and try new things, so I did go out and grab one shortly after they were released.

Later on, Lelutka’s range broadened out quite a bit. Over the past year, I’ve acquired four Lelutka heads; they’re pictured below.

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All four of my Lelutka heads.

Here are all four Lelutka heads, pictured next to one another. I’m aware I don’t own the whole range: I spend a lot of Lindens, but I don’t blog for Lelutka, and I am not made of money, you know. 😉

Of the four, I think my personal favourite is the Stella, and that’s really all about the lips! I know, I know, I keep going on about lips, but to me, they really matter.

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Lelutka Ever Head

I also quite like the slim nose on this head, and the pointy chin, again, these are personal preferences.

For the others I have varying degrees of love. I use a Lelutka head sometimes with The Amazing Catwoman, who needs a blog of her own sometime soon, and I’ll be using a Catwa head in the near future for The Gypsy Davey, who’s also long overdue for a Three-Knots-style update.

For Gwyneth, though, who’s my primary roleplaying character and the love of my SL life (hey! self-love is important!), I admit that I still haven’t found the absolute perfect mesh head. But I suspect, as they keep getting closer and closer, that if and when it appears, it might very well come from Catwa.

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I, um, own six Catwa heads.

I, um, own six Catwa heads. Seven if you count the Nicki head, which is not a personal favourite and which I only bought because it was L$100. Eight if you count the Justin head, which is the boy head that The Gypsy Davey will be in sometime soonish.

Catwa Test Shot -- Jessica

First, I fell crazy in love with Jessica!

First, I fell crazy in love with Jessica! I mean, look at her! Those pronounced cheekbones, that lovely, straight nose, and lips that don’t look like they’ve been plumped to three times their natural size! (OK, OK, I’ll try to stop it with the lips, or at least tone it down…) I was in the Jessica for a while.

Annie and I never really got on, though I’ve used her on TAC a couple of times. Gwen… well. OK. I bought Gwen because I’ll buy anything named Gwen. It’s true.

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Then, I was head over heels for Helena!

Then, I was head over heels for Helena, partially because the face shape makes me think of a more mature version of Jessica. The only thing was… (Oh, no; here she goes again!) the bottom lip. It’s just kinda sticky-outy. Which, I know, is probably a good thing for some people, and the lips are perfectly proportioned for the face, but I just… Gah! I might be obsessed with lips. Right. Moving on.

Then, a miracle happened.

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Amy!

Amy! I mean, I know she is meant to look like a doll and all, but I just love her! I love her perky little nose, and her pointy chin, and…. OK, I promised. You know what else I love.

And then, right on Amy‘s heels, came Dyana.

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Dyana

Right, now, I’m thinking the Catwa Dyana is my forever mesh head. It’s doll-like without being totally a doll head, the features are lovely, and I think it takes the Lumae shading exceptionally well.

Of course, next week, Catwa will probably introduce another amazing mesh head and I’ll fall madly in love with that one…. yeah.

I can stop buying mesh heads anytime! I can! I can stop!

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never yammer about mesh heads without it!

I do promise to get back to story-blogging soon! I know, I know. I just keep saying that, don’t I?

 

 

Checkmate

The Gypsy Davey:

The Gypsy Davey:

We heard of a vineyard looking for hands, so we travelled west, to the island of Checkmate.

We arrived to a morning rainstorm.

We arrived to a morning rainstorm.

We arrived to a morning rainstorm, and took our time exploring the island before searching out the vineyard owner and seeing what work he might need from we realm-hoppers. The boys were on me all morning about the length of my hair: Dyisi’s magic has given me more than my colour back, and my hair seems to be growing inches every day. I have to keep it braided or pulled back, or it gets everywhere.

The boys discovered this folley on one end of the island, high above everything else.

The boys discovered this folly on one end of the island, high above everything else.

The boys discovered this folly on one end of the island, high above everything else. It wasn’t in poor repair and in fact looked like someone had been there recently: there were candles lit in the windows and the divan inside looked as if someone might have slept in it the night before. “We could sleep here Uncle,” one of the little ones said. I reminded him that we have cosy vardos and that we’d need to check the horses before we went much further, but then we took a walk a little further on.

Once the sky cleared, I thought I'd give the boys a little lesson in perspective.

Once the sky cleared, I thought I’d give the boys a little lesson in perspective.

Once the sky cleared, I thought I’d give the boys a little lesson in perspective. There were crows wheeling about everywhere: the creatures seem to follow me. “So,” I asked them. “Am I taller than this lighthouse?”

“No, Uncle,” said one of the big ones; I think he’s called Michael, but I forget these things. They’re just the boys. “The lighthouse is far away, and you only look bigger than it is.”

“Now, why is that?” I asked, and we had a lively discussion of how things could be the size of your thumb when you’re miles away but dwarf you when you got up close.

Then, of course, we checked the horse and saw to the wagons.

Then, of course, we checked the horses and saw to the wagons.

Then, of course, we checked the horses and saw to the wagons. The morning was beginning to wear, so I wanted to get in touch with the vineyard owner, who was sure to know that there were travelling folk on his land already.

He turned out to be an all right fellow, and his wife offered us tea, which we accepted.

He turned out to be an all right fellow, and his wife offered us tea, which we accepted.

He turned out to be an all right fellow, and his wife offered us tea, which we accepted. We found vines in need of a little tender loving care. The vineyard owner looked us over in the way they do, sniffed, said, “Well, you’ll do! I can use you for a week or so.” This life, you’ve got to be glad of what work you can get, but by the time the sun was higher in the sky, the day began to grow hazy, the way a day does after a morning rain. I figured I’d best go back to the vardo and exchange my raincoat and boots for something a little more forgiving of hard work and sweat.

I tied my hair up, and when I got back, the boys had already tended a third of the little vineyard.

I tied my hair up, and when I got back, the boys had already tended a third of the little vineyard.

I tied my hair up, changed my clothes, and when I got back, the boys had already tended a third of the little vineyard. “Good work boys, but you know there’s a bigger one back beyond those trees.” There was groaning: they’d been working full-out in hopes this was the whole of the vineyard. “A man doesn’t plant a whole island with grapes and have only this little space to show for it,” I said. “It’s another lesson in perspective, boys.” More groans. Everything is a lesson, Uncle. Why can’t we go back to Faery, Uncle. How come your hair is so long, Uncle. What does that tattoo mean, Uncle. Shut up and be careful with the pruning shears, boys.

Finally we were done for the day, and the boys wanted to go exploring.

Finally we were done for the day, and the boys wanted to go exploring.

Finally we were done for the day, and the boys wanted to go exploring. Again. Our time wasn’t wasted: we found this beautiful little place, again, high up on a hill above everything else, and it looked like someone had taken a posh man’s living room and just arranged it on top of a mountain. Little lanterns hung as if by magic. “Sky’s going pink, boys,” I said. “We’ll have to get home.”

“But Uncle,” they said. “Uncle, there’s a beach! You can see it from here!” I sighed and let them lead me down a ways.

The way to the beach was down the same flight of steep stone steps we’d come up to find this place.

It was nice to look out over the vineyard we'd tended that day, think of a good day's work, and consider the next day as well.

It was nice to look out over the vineyard we’d tended that day, think of a good day’s work, and consider the next day as well.

It was nice to look out over the vineyard we’d tended that day, think of a good day’s work, and consider the next day as well. Almost, I could imagine myself the master of such a place. That is, until the urge for going got me. Then, well. The road.

Finally, we reached the beach, and the boys made me tired with all their running about, and that after a hard day’s work from all of them. Oh, to have that kind of energy again.

How eight boys who can't agree on the time of day managed to make a sand castle together is beyond me.

How eight boys who can’t agree on the time of day managed to make a sand castle together is beyond me.

How eight boys who can’t agree on the time of day managed to make a sand castle is beyond me. But there it is, just about to be washed away by the tide. The little ones didn’t even make a fuss about it. “We’ll build another one tomorrow, just like this one,” they said. Of course they will.

Home then, to the vardo and the farmhands coming round for a bit of music and dancing and seeing what it’s like to step and turn with a gypsy lady. And there will be farmer’s daughters and some posh girl who’s a niece of somebody who’ll wander round, but they will come later, after I’ve had my supper and a pint of something and perhaps a wee nap.

Style Cards:

Photos in Coat & Boots:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: Ziggy (The Menstuff Hunt Prize, at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Hair: EMO*Tions: Michael (A new release from EMO*Tions!)
Clothes: Equinox: King’s Guard Tunic, Pants and Boots (At The Conquest event!)
Brooch: Miamai: Game Of Thrones House Emblem Brooch: Baratheon (Rare!) (Gacha, at the Conquest event!)
Ears: Mandala: Steking Ears

Photos in Shorts:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: Ziggy (The Menstuff Hunt Prize, at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Main Store!)
Hair: Besom: Derek (At The Mens Department)
Shorts: Trashed: Denim Shorts Smile (Menstuff Hunt gift)
Shoes: 2Real Footwear: Emotion LMT Limited Edition Shoes (The Mens Department)
Tattoo: Reckless: Bronx (The Mens Department)
Necklace: Otherskin: Wish

Location:
The Vineyard at Checkmate, a sim designed by Amae Moriarty, is a gorgeous place to visit and photograph. We enjoyed continuing our story there, and we hope you’ll go to visit too. Don’t forget to give at least a little donation if you stay a while: places like this need to stay up and running so we have beautiful spaces to visit in Second Life for a long time to come.

Doctor, Doctor, give me the news….

The Gypsy Davey:

The Gypsy Davey:

Oh, the things that run through my head! Realm-hopping as we do, we discover a wide variety of music and art, dance and culture if we want it, classy or seedy, take your pick.

After a week of satisfying and physical work in Eclectica, we were ready for a change, so we moved on to a little town in a mountainous area. Good, crisp air, the sort of town where you can get anything, a shipping port, and a lot of things that need fixing. Towns like this, they love it when we come through: the boys and I have plenty of carpentry skills and we’re not afraid of back-breaking work, and then of course there’s the evenings back at the camp. It’s funny, all the people who come through.

Nearly a month away from Faerie, and I began to admit it was getting to me. I had the shakes. I couldn’t hold my liquor, and food tasted like ashes in my mouth. By this point everybody had stopped teasing me about going back to Faerie, and I’d begun to notice some worried glances and whispers as I went about my business.

Finally, I went to see Auntie Cher, one of our healers, the sort of lady who keeps to the vardo and only comes out when there’s a need. Her wagon is full of potions and poultices, and she once took a splinter out of my leg the size of a lion’s claw. Hurt like hell, but she sewed it up with a bit of linen and you can’t even see the scar any more.

“Uncle,” she said to me, “I’ve got nothing for you. Far as I know, there’s no cure for the Faerie sickness. And you’ve got it bad.” She handed me a mirror, and it’s true: I was a pale shadow of myself. Now, I didn’t feel sick. But I was starting to get tired earlier in the day, and the real trouble surfaced as we spoke: my relations with women have not been as usual. When we arrived in town, I whistled and I sang til the dark streets rang, but I won no hearts.

“Listen,” she said. “There’s a man in town I’ve heard of, says he can cure the Faerie sickness, but I’m not sure I believe him.” Still, when I pressed her, she gave me the address.

It turned out to be a fortuneteller's shop.

It turned out to be a fortuneteller’s shop.

It turned out to be a fortuneteller’s shop. Now, we are in the business of fortunetelling, but there’s always new stuff to be learned, people who have a different take on things, so I figured I’d check it out. Still, with my city clothes on and my hair bound up, I felt out of place.

I was just about to knock on the door when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I was just about to knock on the door when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I was just about to knock on the door when I heard a familiar voice behind me. “You’re never going in there.”

I stopped and turned. “Dyisi?” It was the Satyr, a friend of the Faerie Queen and her frequent companion.

“I come when there’s need of me,” she said, as if it were just a normal occurrence. She called me some sort of friendly diminutive in Greek; that language just slips through my ears, in and out, and I never remember what she says when she talks Greek. “And you have need of me, not that fellow.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Really,” I said, not believing her. “Tell me, what can you do for me?” Her glasses caught the light, and the satyr horns seemed to glimmer with some magical energy. I think my senses must have been dulled: she always seemed much brighter and more powerful in Faerie and I couldn’t imagine her light dimmed when she left there: her magic, like all the ancient folk, lives in her and does not wax or wane with the seasons: It just is.

“Come now, sit down with me. You look like you could use something to eat, Davey.”

So instead of knocking on the fortuneteller's door, we went down the street to a café.

So instead of knocking on the fortuneteller’s door, we went down the street to a café.

So instead of knocking on the fortuneteller’s door, I let her lead me down the street to a café, where they brought food and drink but she touched nothing. I made myself eat something, even though nothing tasted right.

“We’ve missed you in Faerie,” she said, “though I understand why you wander so far away. “And though you look good, you don’t look yourself. Tell me, how does the food taste?”

I stared at the street.

I stared at the street. “It doesn’t taste,” I admitted.

I stared at the street. “It doesn’t taste,” I admitted. “And I know it should. I can tell it’s good; I can tell the wine is excellent, but nothing tastes right to me.”

“And you’re pale,” she said. “Pale and wan. You know what will happen if you go on this way. You’ll waste away, lose your way. And your folk will lose their leader.”

“I’m no leader,” I protested.

“Bah. They follow you,” she said. “You’re a leader. But you’ll fade, if you keep on like this. “And that fellow, in the shop, you know what he does? He says he has a cure for the Faerie sickness, but what he does is slip a little Fae mead into the potion he gives. And then instead of having to go back to Faerie, you’ll have to go back to him. It’ll sustain you, but it won’t cure you.”

I folded my arms, leaned forward on my elbows. “And I suppose you have a cure?”

I could see sparks coming from one of her eyes, behind the glasses, I swear. “Aye,” she said. “That I do. And a good one. “But I can’t give it to you here. We’ll have to go to my domain, and the trip’s a long and dizzy one. Drink up,” she said. “Even if you can’t taste it, you’ll need it for the journey.

I killed the bottle.

She was careful not to touch me: I don't know how she brought me in to her realm walking without touch, but somehow she did.

She was careful not to touch me: I don’t know how she brought me in to her realm walking without touch, but somehow she did.

She was careful not to touch me: I don’t know how she brought me in to her realm walking without touch, but somehow she did. And the place we went! It was as far from the pastoral hills I imagined she inhabited as one could get: it looked like nothing more than a surfer’s shack from the outside.

Inside, she had a confusing array of clutter.

Inside, she had a confusing array of clutter.

Inside, she had a confusing array of clutter, but she brought me to an apothecary shelf, asked for a strand of my hair, and began mixing something up. It smelled like some tropical concoction, which I guess wasn’t out of place for a surfer shack.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get out of those clothes. I can’t heal you in that suit. Sexy turban, though.”

In the end, I talked her into letting me wear a pair of men’s trousers she had hanging around for some reason.

“Now lie down and let me spray this on your chest.”

She knelt over me and began spraying the coconut-scented concoction on my chest and shoulders.

She knelt over me and began spraying the coconut-scented concoction on my chest and shoulders.

She knelt over me and began spraying the coconut-scented concoction on my chest and shoulders. “You’ll have to rub it in,” she said. “It needs to soak into your skin. Faerie’s a physical place, and there’s no cure but a physical one.”

I felt something almost immediately. My skin began to tingle, and something I’d not felt for weeks stirred inside me. “Surely,” I said, “surely it will be more effective if you rub it in with your hands.”

Her lips curved into a smile. “Oh, now, that’s a road I don’t often go down any more,” she said. And she looked me over: I could tell, even though her eyes were hidden. “You’re ashen,” she said softly. “Fading. But still a feast for the eyes, Oh, I see what she saw in you.”

“Don’t mention her,” I said. I reached forward and put my hands on her legs, without permission.

Somewhere in my memory, there is a fragment of a story about how a satyr’s touch leads a person to bliss or madness. I think touching Dyisi led me to both bliss and madness, a beautiful madness, and I did not resist this madness, nor did I surface from this bliss for, it must have been, it felt like hours. She was my world. I was the canvas upon which she painted, and every nerve in me was alive beneath her touch, and I believed, I know, that every nerve in her was alive for me.

The more the poultice she gave me sinks into my skin, the more alive and like myself I feel. Today, one of the boys gave me a little flat of strawberries from one of our box gardens. They were tart, and sweet, like Dyisi.

There are no words for what she's given me.

There are no words for what she’s given me.

There are no words for what she’s given me. I can already feel the colour blending back into my skin. I will thank her again and again.

Style Card:

At The Looking Glass, First shots at Dyisi’s:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Ragnar T3
Suit: Zaara: Nehru Suit in Grey (at Uber!)
Turban: Zaara: Aahil Turban in Red (at Uber!)
Shoes: FATEstep: Anthony Boots

At Dyisi’s:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins, Ragnar T3
Shorts: Magnus Male Outfit FashioNatic
Hair: Damselfly: Gustov, Onyx

Dyisi:

Hair – little bones. Shaaswat w/scarf (from this round of Uber)
Skin – Plastik Astrali Skin (Vaaliarah)
Tats – Tiki Tattoo, Bora (dude seriously needs to make tats again)
:(SH): Face tat, Solaris 50%
Plastik, Asaia Markings
Eyes: Plastik Galaxie eyes (R- Plura L: Arc)
Hooves: [Gauze] Faun Naturals
Horns: Illusion Nivicola Runed Horns

Top: ::Rush:: Peace! Knotted Top
Pants: *FH* Bali Pants Navy

Body Jewelery:
. aisling. Darshana Hand jewelery
(Yummy) True Believer Charm Necklace
Earthstones Belly Crystal: Lapis
RO – Hipster Bag, Coffee
[Since 1975] Minigoggles
Earthstones Bikini Beads, Moonlight
Kibitz Aela Body Chain, Silver
Earthstones Katya Bangles, Garden
Kibitz Tulip Nose Chain
~Soedara~ Pearl Berjuang Tari Bindi
Schadenfreude Long2 Earth Digital Alchemy Necklace
Schadenfreude Long1 Water Digital Alchemy Necklace

Shape: Self Made
Staff: Self Made

 

Locations:
The Looking Glass
Dyisi’s Home

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

Lord of Free Lands All Over

The Gypsy Davey

The Gypsy Davey

The Faire stretches for miles. For miles and realms. So much to do, and people might say of my kind (and they’d be wrong!), to steal. I prefer to steal only hearts, but that is my way.

Today, I took in the sights of Odyssey. A day off from the bustle of the selling tent and the green fortuneteller we brought to this year’s Faire. She’ll be better next year, or we’ll find another.

As I say, I prefer to steal only hearts.

As I say, I prefer to steal only hearts.

As I say, I prefer to steal only hearts. It serves me very well: I love women, and women love me back, sometimes rather too much.

I have taken the day off, dressed for heart-stealing, and I’ve come to the most beautiful place.

Here, there are fountains and statues, mermaids and waves, for as far as the eye can see.

Here, there are fountains and statues, mermaids and waves, for as far as the eye can see.

Here, there are fountains and statues, mermaids and waves, for as far as the eye can see. I think this mermaid likes me.

In fact, I know she likes me.

In fact, I know she likes me.

In fact, I know she likes me. See how her face is transformed in ecstasy. This is why I love women.

From a high vantage point, I can see the people below, enjoying the Faire for only its shopping.

From a high vantage point, I can see the people below, enjoying the Faire for only its shopping.

From a high vantage point, I can see the people below, enjoying the Faire only for its shopping. How many of them, I wonder, take the time to climb into the stratosphere and experience it all from above.

Not that I have anything bad to say about the shoppers: No; I like shoppers very much, from the point of view of the perpetual merchant that I am.

But sometimes, sometimes, looking down at them all, I feel a sense of smugness. I’m here; you’re there; you can’t see me… and then.

Then, I look down, at possibly the wrong time, possibly the right time.

Then, I look down, at possibly the wrong time, possibly the right time.

And I see her, the Faerie Queen. I should have known she’d be here at the Faire. Something tugs at me. Tugs at my soul. But I am her lover, not her consort; her fantasy, not her King.

In brown wings, like an ethereal moth she flutters on the ground with her friend, the satyr.

And for a moment, I am sure they are looking up at me. Sure she will call to me, call my name, and my nature will be unravelled, once again, as it was for so many nights in Faerie.

But then—maybe they didn’t see me. They are gone, into a shop, doing what two women do, I suppose, when they are together. Though a part of me smiles and thinks their shopping styles and preferences must be very different. I imagine Her Majesty, the Queen of Love and sometimes the Queen of my heart, oohing and ahhing over gowns and jewels, with the satyr there behind her smirking and scowling and inserting the sorts of snarky comments I’d insert if she were any other woman.

And then, suddenly, I have to leave. I can’t be on this ledge any longer. Find me something, Goddess of Wandering. Find me something even more beautiful to look at.

And the Goddess laughs in my heart. More beautiful than the Seelie Queen? she asks. And I reply, Well, find me two things nearly as beautiful and we will put them together. 

Then I am dizzy, and I find myself in a higher place, farther away from the shoppers below, looking in a different direction.

And then, I remember.

And then, I remember.

He is no gypsy, her father said, but lord of free lands all over. And I whistle, and I sing. But for now, only the birds come to me. They are just like me, the crows. Lords of free lands all over. Wanderers, we are.

And if I am so free, the lord of free lands, then why does this verse come back to me when I see her?

lady, I am a figment
I am a blight, I am an ember
one mirror for all memory
that steals what is true
and a voice buried in my heart is crying
I am the risk and purchase of the world
carry me with you

A winter song sung in spring for a summer queen. I am lost.

Style Card:
Clothes: Decadent Courtesan: The Longest Night (red) (from a gacha; available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: Damien, Smoked
Hair: No Match: No Date
Ears: Illusions, Seelie Ears (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Necklace: Otherskin: Wish Necklace (Available at Fantasy Faire!)

Lyrics from Robin Williamson’s “Song of Mabon”.

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

The Journey of a Morning

The Amazing Catwoman:

The Amazing Catwoman:

I can always tell when the Fantasy Faire is coming. There’s something in the air that lets me know. Something pricks in my unusually large ears and lets me know there’s work to be done, places to go, a cause to support, and lives to save.

Probably that sounds dramatic.

Probably that sounds dramatic.

Probably that sounds dramatic. But when I woke up this morning, I was in Faerie, and Faerie always makes me feel a little more dramatic. I don’t know how that  alterego of mine does it, but I guess being a Fae Queen is all right for some. Travelling to the Faire is the journey of a morning, for a wily fae anyway. But of course, it’s also the journey of a lifetime.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me. It’s a headache of love, but it’s a headache. Because I’m walking around making sure all the merchants in my section have paid their tithes, and some of them are downright cranky. I guess they’re the artisans, so they get to choose how they are, but really: it can make a girl a little crazy.

I am The Amazing Catwoman. Some of you might have seen me before: I get to go to exciting places and show off the beauty that’s here all through the realms I walk, and I don’t have to be beautiful myself to do it, which she has to be, all the time. I guess some of you will decide that she has some kind of a split personality and I am only part of her, but I’ll take you a little farther and explain who I am.

I am her player, her puppeteer.

I am her player, her puppeteer.

I’m her player, her puppeteer, and I’m going to be very frank with you. Over the course of the Fantasy Faire, I’m going to be telling you why you should go there and spend lots of money. I’m also going to be showcasing great stuff that Gwyneth wouldn’t wear, or that doesn’t work with her personality. Most of the time I’m going to do this in character, but before you think the person pushing the keys here is just a nutter, I figured I’d tell you who she is and why she’s doing this.

Gwen, the player, is a role-player, writer, musician, dilettante, SL photographer and blogger—and her husband is going to die because he has cancer.

We live in an amazing age, full of technology and wonder, but cancer tears lives apart, and it’s tearing Gwen’s life apart right now. Last year, when she visited the Faire as a punter and got a sense of the scope of what they do here, she knew she had to get involved. Because Gwen can’t cure cancer. But if everybody works together, supports organisations like The American Cancer Society, we all can. And Gwen believes in miracles, believes that maybe if she helps out at the Faire something magical will happen and the next doctor’s appointment will be the one where they say, “We’ve got this new experimental treatment we want you to try…” and it’ll be the one that works. And Gwen’s husband won’t die, and she won’t be a widow at the reasonably young real life age of 49.

There; I’ve told you who I am outside of all this. Over the course of the Faire, I might tell you more.

Channelling Water in Yozakura

Channelling Water in Yozakura

Channeling water in Yozakura, The Amazing Catwoman is wearing her new leathers. This is the Alchemist ensemble from Gauze, without the pauldrons (I’ll show you the pauldrons later!) or the belt (ditto!). I love outfits that can be worn in a number of permutations, and Gauze did such a good job on this one: the detailing is exquisite, and the more she wears these, the more she likes them.

But it's time to get to work now.

But it’s time to get to work now.

It’s time to get to work now, but first I go to my favourite hair store in all the world, Analog Dog, to see if they have something new for Faire that I will like. And they do! The long pigtails are whimsical enough that I can feel like I’m at Faire, yet they keep my hair out of my face so I can be a good watcher.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh, so with magical staff (also part of the Gauze ensemble) in hand and pauldrons and belt put on, I make my way to the pier and keep an eye on the town gate to the harbour: shoplifters, when they are active in the Marsh, often try to escape through the gate and get away via boat. And we cannot, cannot allow that, because all the shoppers must pay their tithe and help us wipe out cancer here at the Faire.

And so I watch, diligently and carefully, and I talk to few people. In the distance, I can see her, going on her endless shopping trip with this or that friend from the Wylds. Right social butterfly she is. But then something makes me smirk. Because sometime in the last quarter hour of my watch, I see him, too: the Gypsy, Davey. With a raven-haired beauty on one side and a ginger tart on the other. Well, well, well. I know she doesn’t get jealous: we fae don’t have that kind of twisted morality where we think we own our lovers, thank the gods. But I’m not sure if either of them knows the other is here. Oh, oh, oh: this will be fun to watch.

And I am good at watching.

And I am good at watching.

And I am good at watching, even when it’s just clouds while taking a break from my duties.

Godspeed, Gypsy Davey. Let’s see if she knows you’re alive when there’s shopping to be done!

Style Cards:

Channelling Water in Yozakura:
Mesh Head: Lelutka
Skin: Glam Affair
Clothes: Gauze, The Alchemist (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Hair: Dura
Piercings: Ellabella

But it’s time to get to work now (and subsequent photos)
Hair: Analog Dog, Petula, Dark Browns (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Skin: La Petite Morte, Ellen
Clothes: Gauze, The Alchemist (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Piercings: Ellabella

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.