Fae you'll be there

(OOC: Reserved for Mal, Lilly and Glad.)

Tall and proud and wondrous fair
The people of the dark and air
Hold high the iron that they fear
When the fair folk call, don’t let them near

The person who stood on the street corner was the kind of person who reminded you of song lyrics. If it was an unsettling song that you nevertheless couldn't quite get our of your head. Tall, straight-backed, with no definable gender, unless majestic beauty was a gender. They shook out the pale hair that cascaded almost down to their knees, straight and ridiculously glossy, and took stock of their surroundings.

It was a city. They didn't know what else they expected. The highest buildings shone tantalizingly in the twilight but it was still the city. Noisy and dusty and full of people living their noisy, dusty people lives. Not the place to take a break from family politics.

And then there was light. A door opened nearby, letting out light and warmth, the smell of alcohol and hot food, laughter and music before someone passed through and it closed behind them, leaving the street even more lifeless and boring than before. That was the place to take a break. Like a human's very own fairy feast, they felt themselves entranced and drawn to the door, settling into the nearest chair as the sounds of merriment washed around them.

    • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
      Queen Malicia of St. Canard


      "Huh? Oh yeah sure, names or whatever." Said a voice from below them because Mal had dropped to the ground to bury her face in the gold and rub several coins over her body. 

      She started scooping up as many shineis as possible and stuffing them down the front of her dress as she continued. "A party you say? Well I do love arriving to a party fashionably late. Where is it? Is there an open bar?" 

      • Lilly Teal
        Lilly Teal


        Well she liked gold, parties and alcohol, was very pleased with herself, and didn't care much for names. Those was practically all of the requirements for being a fae. As for him, irrepressibly charming smile, also liked parties, could talk your ear off and sell you ice in Antarctica, those were also practically all of the requirements for being a fae. It was a complicated list, but they both checked out nicely.

        Not that she could remember the name. If this woman was someone you would be the envy of everyone to be around, she should be very important indeed, a name that should be familiar immediately. Then again, macrame and paper craft didn't... normally have a large, influential patronage.

        She shrugged to herself as she took Patty's hand to shake it. Must be handicraft season.

        "Well, Patty and Cagandra of... Floreeda," she intoned, as if it was some kingdom that surely existed and she just didn't know about it. if there was one thing the fae were suckers for, it was for power and royalty. "You're then just in time to be 'fashionably late' and perform for us. I've heard," she added, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "that the Seelie Court has stolen a new singer. And they choose to do it in time for our party too. They're doing it on purpose to show us up, so your performance must shine."

        Yes, I'm sure it will. Look at Malicia. Could she be anything else but briliant?

        "But come then, the party is just over there." She pointed across the field at absolutely nothing, but the tip of her finger shimmered if she was pressing it against a wall of light. It solidified into a floating globe of light, and another appeared a few feet in front of it. And two more, seeming to trace a short path to what was now suddenly a very populated clearing at twilight. And had the trees around them been this thick? Had there even been trees around them?! Eyes watched them from the tree-gaps, as other creatures lounged on the grass or leaned against trunks, surrounded by food and drink, some pleasant to look at, some much less so, which is a nice way of saying a few of them were horrific looking and not something you wanted to sit within ten feet of if you wanted to keep down your lunch.

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