(clearly post-Cochalyon's death. Arathalian trying to convince year-shifters long-distance to stay put. year written down somewhere else - find or recalculate. Seithenyn? Seithanyn?)

( 'Believe me, Seithanyn-prince.' )

(more to add later - remember to tidy/format ALL entries from today too)

( Midsummer ought be spent in one's home with one's family and friends. )

All that silver bleeding in the shallows -
and your ankles sunk in it, melded and wet
as if it were your star-blood, star-girl,
as if you were wounded but still laughing
because you were made of light -
that was just the moon, wasn't it?

What Arathalian thinks of himself; why Caren gets slightly privileged treatment

( Oh, come on. A magical fairy prince from across the waves, suffering over centuries - people like those sorts of stories, don't they? Lovely, sweeping tragedies. But they wouldn't enjoy it if they thought it was real. If they thought about a real man tortured out of his mind in a foreign country, they'd be horrified. )

(These aren't old notes. These are new notes. This is me blatantly cheating to pile EVEN MORE SPAM upon you. Hoo hoo hah haah ( Read more... )

This is just a flat layout and fix-up of Ascalain's long fae history spiel, since a lot of the dates given in my early notes/shorts are out of whack with the system I've decided I want. Not at all reader-friendly beyond a half-hearted attempt at colour in one margin. XD

( Inyaron Timeline )