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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 3:07 am
Marzipan leaned over the fence which surrounded the fair, a glamour not even required for her here. She was posing as a face painter for the day so her angel wings and odd costume fit perfectly to the image of someone whom might work with children as an entertainer. It was the first large gathering between so many species within two decades, the fae had hardly ever taken such an interest in the mortal realms, and with so much precaution taken for this event alone was it a wonder? All iron objects were now supported with magic alone, a collective effort by mostly unwilling volunteers. It was only curiosity which forced them out to this event, only a desire to see what was going to, might be, the new evolution of their race. Ashe, and she was one of them.
A cloven hoofed willow fae glanced in her direction, setting up for her own performance to 'wow' the masses later on. She flicked her hair dismissively at anyone who tried to peek at th various ornaments she appeared to be arranging and continued on with her work. She was a seelie fae, and she'd be looking foreword to impressing those of the unseelie court if she could.
Marzipan mused at exactly whom that might be. She was aware that the chance of any of the monarchs appearing was slim, if there was any, but a chance was a chance right? Her mind had yet to conclude which outcome might turn out for the better.
"Well, at least it's a start." She muttered, waiting to see whom would be the first to arrive.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 5:38 am
Raina stepped out along the sidewalk idly, shielding her sensitive chartreuse eyes from the sunlight with a stray hand. All along the verdant pasture, there were tents of all sizes and colours, the shock of brilliance looking like a field of scattered flowers. The tent flaps billowed in the almost-summer gale, sending her auburn hair flying into unruly strands about her face, her bracelets jingling playfully in the perfect weather. Above, a clear sky told no signs of a storm any time soon, and as she made her way steadily closer, figures could be seen, bustling in the chaos before the opening, she supposed.
It had honestly been a while before she had been to a fair of any kind. These days, it was all work and no play, following along obediently in the world's mundane society where all that mattered was success and the norm, everyone robots and slaves to the customs. Taking in a deep breath, the scent of spring rain sent nostalgia flowing through her mind, last spring already felt so far away, last spring, when she was carefree enough and not tired or stressed or hurt inside.
It would be nice to go to a fair.
It would be nice, for once, to recline and relax and meet new people instead of drone like another cyborg in her room, working on research papers or whatever it was she was to do.
And besides, this fair seemed special, for some reason. Some of the workers even looked beautiful in some strange, carnie-way. Their costumes were lavished with fake wings and frilly dresses in some cases, and just watching them wistfully awakened the child in her from long ago, one that wished to fly like any other angel.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 11:07 pm
Amanae had both loved and hated the fair as a child. She loved it for all the smells, the colors, the sights and the sounds. For the crazy looking, the obese, the young and old people who all swarmed to the fairgrounds. She hated it for the weight she packed on afterwards. Of course, admittedly, the weight was her own fault entirely, and she probably could enjoy herself at the fair without gorging on snack foods. But...the saucy dagwood dogs, the salty hot chips and the masses of soft drink were just too much for her to resist.
And, of course, where there were gallons of soda, there was Akira.
The clearly tired pair dragged their feet as they entered the showgrounds, both looking sleep-deprived and in need of a nice, relaxing unwinding among entertainers and preformers. The resident Ghost in their house has been keeping them both up to the wee hours of the morning.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:45 pm
 The sounds of fae music drifted through the air, enchanting mortals to come closer, have a look around, enjoy themselves. The effects of the melody were less strong on fae but Araran and Rioge still found themselves pulling into the fair, even though Araran had been trying to avoid it.. "Rioge, keep hold of my hand." he ordered, holding out his hand for the child to grasp. Rioge followed the instruction and fitted his harm into the worn palm of his father. He was actually quite pleased that they were amongst the action. He'd heard about the event when a couple of imp like fae had passed them earlier and had managed to convince his father into allowing him to have a visit.
Rioge had never seen so many different types of people in one small space at the same time. So far his father had managed to keep him quite sheltered from other fae but here other fae, of both courts, were everywhere. The air was quite literally thick with glamour, it was almost like trying to look through tinted glass... Layers of illusion mixed with reality making it quite confusing for the poor child. He blinked furiously and rubbed his eyes.
Noticing his sons discomfort Araran took him to one side, near some mortals. Kneeling next to him his whispered in his ear. "It's best to just not try to see through glamour here... It'll just hurt your eyes..." Araran explained, he was an older fae and his sight was stronger than the young Ashe's and so it didn't bother him.. Rioge nodded and closed his eyes for a few seconds, when he opened them the shimmering mirage of illusions had gone and instead he saw the hoards of fae as any mortal would; disguised as normal humans.
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X Purple--Platypus X Crew
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