DaDeusa Matrilineal Estates 2.0
Prologue ~ 1.1 ~ 1.2
This is an extreme poverty/matriarchy/pixel legacy. It features--and is narrated by--Bronislava, the gen 2 heiress. Thanks to kingmike1224 for Catalina, to rebootlegacies for Kashya and to pixel_trade for giving us so much pixel fun.
When I was young, my mother Catalina used to tell us kids stories about pixies. For example:
Long, long ago, our beautiful land of Fernie belonged to the pixies. They romped and played in the trees and flowers.
They dined on sunshine and drank the fresh rain. Pixies danced when the wind gusted, and cavorted in the thunder storms. Blessed were the pixies, blessed was Fernie.
Then the Sims came to Fernie, and while they never asked the pixies if they could join the fun, pixies and Simkind lived side by side peacefully. But when the pixies danced in the wind,
the Sims buttoned their coats and scurried home.
While the pixies thrilled in the thunder-storms,
the Sims ran into their houses and comforted their crying children.
Still, the Sims cultivated orchards, planted gardens of food and flowers, and preserved forests, giving the pixies new playgrounds. Thus Fernie lived in harmony.
But the Sims of Fernie grew greedy, as Sims often do. They built roads through pixie playgrounds, and erected business districts in the meadows. When pixies protested these encroachments, Sims went inside and closed their windows. It was easy to shut out the pixies and to ignore their laments. Sims knew, after all, that pixies shunned buildings, and so long as the Sims stayed inside, and in their cars, they needn’t worry about angry faerie folk.
Foolish, foolish Sims. Mere walls and closed windows cannot stop an angry pixie! Perhaps a pixie cannot remove a building, but they can surely mess it up! The shallow Sims so prized their worldly possessions that the pixies had easy targets. They snipped the strings inside pianos.
They tipped over garbage cans. Dirty diapers appeared on freshly mopped floors.
Cars got flat tires overnight. Remote control cars came to life in the night and woke up sleeping toddlers.
Some of the Sims made peace with the pixies. They planted bounteous gardens and renewed the forest preserves. Pixies are smart, and they know who their friends are. But when your piano sours, perhaps you’ve angered the pixies.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Bronislava, and I have inherited the DaDeusa Lands from my mum, Meat Notgay. I'm writing about Catalina's stories because they shaped the imaginative world of my childhood. I convinced myself pixies were real, even though I wasn't quite sure what they looked like. After all, if my mum can believe that her mothers are goddesses, why couldn't I believe that our little town of Fernie is populated by pixies?
Sometimes I thought the pixies were tiny, and I believed that a little winged friend would come with me to school on the stressful days, to offer me support and advice, and help me craft some really whopping good insults.
Other times, I thought that the pixies were my size, and I dreamed that I was the pixie princess' best friend.
If the pixies liked to play in the rain, then I'd play in the rain with her!
We would share secrets, as best friends do, and tell each other stories.
And as we grew up together, we'd remain best friends.
As a pixie princess, she'd have a lot of friends and admirers, and be important to the pixie people, but I'd be there to support her and talk about it all, like best friends do.
I'd be the human connection that convinces her that Sims can be good people too.
Looking back, maybe these were goofy dreams, but remember, I was a child living in a fairly unique household. Where my classmates had computers, movies, and handhelds, I was lucky to have a telephone. The fanciest thing we owned was our telescope. It isn't so strange that I would want to fly with pixies.
Not long ago, I met a woman named Kashya. She seemed to me like she came straight out of my pixie dreams! No wonder I fell in love on the spot.
Kashya laughed when I asked if she was a pixie princess. But she didn't deny it, either! And she seems to like me too. My own pixie! Even if I've never seen her fly...
PS--I think I finally understand why Mum always kept a tent set up in our yard, even when there were finally enough beds in the house.
Bonus shot:
Woohoo in a tent causes fear of fires. Trufax!