Celtic Mythology
What: Puck's first class! WHEEE!
Where: Inside a classroom on the middle floor of the Academic Building.
When: Early morning
Who: Puck, and his students (Aisling, Ienzo, Rapunzel, Shang) or anyone who wants to sit in. He's very open to people just dropping by to see what the fuss is about.
Warnings: Mischief, magic, plants, trickery... and Brownies. OH, AND IT'S VERY TL;DR.
Whenever the students shall wander into Puck's classroom, the first thing that should grab their attention was the design and greenery. Unlike the other classrooms, which were modern and sleek, Puck had taken the artistic liberty of transforming the support beams into intricately carved pillars of stone; the ceiling, too, had become carved stone, patterns familiar to the Celts adorned each square. The carpet was now a soft moss coating even softer dirt, the desks and seats petrified wood which knotted at the right places to make them comfortable to sit at. Vines hung everywhere, and flowers bloomed in the nooks and crannies, and along the vines, moss, and furniture. Trees had sprouted, their foliage creating large spots of cool shade from the magicked sun's weak rays… a sun that was nowhere to be seen, and who’s existence made no logical sense. But for the most part, the space was very cool and dark, with a few brighter patches that illuminated the rest of the room.
In the far corner, where the teacher’s desk should be, was a small waterfall which fed into a creek... that said creek disappeared into the opposite end of the room into a patch of low, thick fog. Birds chirped, bright and colorful and unearthly, filling the space with a sweet and soft sound. In fact, if the students listened carefully enough, they might hear the faint sound of bagpipes, fiddles, drums and flutes somewhere off in the distance. But wait, this was still a classroom right? That should be impossible.
But perhaps the most wondrous part of this Celtic-forest-inside-the-classroom was that it appeared much larger than the insides of the other previously alike rooms. In fact, due to the magic, it was at least twenty times larger than the normal teaching space. For instance, there was even a small woods, which one could take a walk through and gander at the soft dull lighting, the strange but harmless animals (such as the most beautiful dragonflies imaginable that tinkered instead of buzzed), and the large varieties of Avalonian plant life (from vivid mushrooms to deep blue ferns that sparkled at the right angles) as they strolled along.
Even further into the forest, if one didn't get lost along the way and managed to find their way through dense fog, one might be able to find the old stone shrine. Five round stone slats, as intricate as the ceiling, floated perfectly still on top of a small powder blue lake, which rippled slowly from the creek coming back out of the fog and feeding into it.
Behind the pond, against the wall, which now was completely covered in moss and vines, was an enormous carving of the inside of the Palace of Oberon, complete with every known Fae and Faire Folk in existence. The carving was obviously part of an expanse of rock; the edges of the carving protruded out with that natural stone. Well, if any of this could be considered natural. More pillars arose around the site in a circle, some broken and worn, others only a little cracked; they seemed as if they were all once connected at the top by a large ring of matching stone. Now, moss dangled like curtains and a few vines of gardenia hung from whichever bits remained.
It is from here that Puck called out to his students, seated atop one of the pillars.
Come all ye impressionable young minds
Who yearn to learn origins of discord.
Revealed truth, long since forgot, is what finds
All those who will become Puck-adoréd.
Walk into the forest, lasses and lads:
Past all the wonders humans have forgot
Past all the emerald green lily pads
That somehow grow on the trees which have rot.
The magic of the Celts is all around
Their tales hold truth, often unseen by eyes
Of those who haven't seen mysteries found
And the mystic tiding that here now lies.
Imagine, know these influence your life
And you soon shall learn of the Faire Folks' strife.
Where: Inside a classroom on the middle floor of the Academic Building.
When: Early morning
Who: Puck, and his students (Aisling, Ienzo, Rapunzel, Shang) or anyone who wants to sit in. He's very open to people just dropping by to see what the fuss is about.
Warnings: Mischief, magic, plants, trickery... and Brownies. OH, AND IT'S VERY TL;DR.
Whenever the students shall wander into Puck's classroom, the first thing that should grab their attention was the design and greenery. Unlike the other classrooms, which were modern and sleek, Puck had taken the artistic liberty of transforming the support beams into intricately carved pillars of stone; the ceiling, too, had become carved stone, patterns familiar to the Celts adorned each square. The carpet was now a soft moss coating even softer dirt, the desks and seats petrified wood which knotted at the right places to make them comfortable to sit at. Vines hung everywhere, and flowers bloomed in the nooks and crannies, and along the vines, moss, and furniture. Trees had sprouted, their foliage creating large spots of cool shade from the magicked sun's weak rays… a sun that was nowhere to be seen, and who’s existence made no logical sense. But for the most part, the space was very cool and dark, with a few brighter patches that illuminated the rest of the room.
In the far corner, where the teacher’s desk should be, was a small waterfall which fed into a creek... that said creek disappeared into the opposite end of the room into a patch of low, thick fog. Birds chirped, bright and colorful and unearthly, filling the space with a sweet and soft sound. In fact, if the students listened carefully enough, they might hear the faint sound of bagpipes, fiddles, drums and flutes somewhere off in the distance. But wait, this was still a classroom right? That should be impossible.
But perhaps the most wondrous part of this Celtic-forest-inside-the-classroom was that it appeared much larger than the insides of the other previously alike rooms. In fact, due to the magic, it was at least twenty times larger than the normal teaching space. For instance, there was even a small woods, which one could take a walk through and gander at the soft dull lighting, the strange but harmless animals (such as the most beautiful dragonflies imaginable that tinkered instead of buzzed), and the large varieties of Avalonian plant life (from vivid mushrooms to deep blue ferns that sparkled at the right angles) as they strolled along.
Even further into the forest, if one didn't get lost along the way and managed to find their way through dense fog, one might be able to find the old stone shrine. Five round stone slats, as intricate as the ceiling, floated perfectly still on top of a small powder blue lake, which rippled slowly from the creek coming back out of the fog and feeding into it.
Behind the pond, against the wall, which now was completely covered in moss and vines, was an enormous carving of the inside of the Palace of Oberon, complete with every known Fae and Faire Folk in existence. The carving was obviously part of an expanse of rock; the edges of the carving protruded out with that natural stone. Well, if any of this could be considered natural. More pillars arose around the site in a circle, some broken and worn, others only a little cracked; they seemed as if they were all once connected at the top by a large ring of matching stone. Now, moss dangled like curtains and a few vines of gardenia hung from whichever bits remained.
It is from here that Puck called out to his students, seated atop one of the pillars.
Come all ye impressionable young minds
Who yearn to learn origins of discord.
Revealed truth, long since forgot, is what finds
All those who will become Puck-adoréd.
Walk into the forest, lasses and lads:
Past all the wonders humans have forgot
Past all the emerald green lily pads
That somehow grow on the trees which have rot.
The magic of the Celts is all around
Their tales hold truth, often unseen by eyes
Of those who haven't seen mysteries found
And the mystic tiding that here now lies.
Imagine, know these influence your life
And you soon shall learn of the Faire Folks' strife.