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♕ the time's come to play
[There's a soft trill of music on the air, followed by a gentle laugh.]
Did you have fun? Did you dance the night away and stave off the spirits that wander on such a night? Did you feast, on the day before the dead months? Did you celebrate? Did you live, did you laugh, did you love?
[And now the music deepens, turning a little more urgent.Did ( Read more... ) -
♕ ...she's wasting away, little fairy.
[It starts as it did before, with that soft ring to grab your attention. The Queen's voice is all sweetness and light.]
What lovely children some of you were, and how beautifully some of you may grow!
[And then her tone gains an edge, that almost feral smile.]But now I think that's enough, don't you? Time to look again at what you really are ( Read more... ) -
♕ though youngest of all in our good band...
[There's a gentle ring from the communicator to draw your attention, the Queen's voice filtering over. She speaks quietly, her tone ponderous, as if she's thinking aloud.]
We can all be so eager to spend all our think thinking ahead, can't we? [She takes on a smile, a silken, sharp thing that shows its edge in her voice.] Here we all are, ( Read more... ) -
♕ ... and gives to airy nothing...
[A large bonfire will burn brightly up in the mountains, some way away from the Temple. Venture close and you will find a great many of the fae, bedecked in flower garlands, dancing around or leaping over the flames. The Faery Queen will be there, radiant in a dress of summer blooms, and reclining on a stone throne ( Read more... ) -
♕ in that time is a river...
[ The first light of dawn touches Demeleier, illuminating the thick fog that has settled in overnight, so dense that residents can hardly see past the boundaries of the village. A quiet ringing comes over the feed, audible even if one's communicator is turned off. The morning bell echoes within and without the minds of the listeners, drawing them ( Read more... ) -
♙ believe in the faeries that make dreams come true
[In the early afternoon, there is a sharp knock on the door of the Inn. Tam Lin stands outside of it, his armour white and gleaming, snowdrops twined through his hair. His sword is sheathed at his hip and his expression is quite peacable ( Read more... ) -
♞ you're changing, you're changing all right...
There's word on the wind that some people are finding our little place too boring!
That's the funny thing about you mortals, you know! There's a whole world of wonder out there - even here! - and you've managed to invent boredom! It's like your tendency to listen to common sense before the other five! Ahahaha! I'll never understand it.
Anyway! [ ( Read more... ) -
♕ of the melodious strings
[The following song will echo all around Demeleier. It will not come from the communicators, though comments can be left on this post if players want to thread with the Queen. Gentle music will follow along with the vocals, of which there are several. The Queen's herself is clear and sweet over a]
We shall have flesh.
We should have that,
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♕ as they watch in the quiet of the dell
[There is a soft tinkling of music coming over the feed. It has an oddly echoing quality, and listeners may wonder if they can hear it when the feed is turned off.
A soft, rippling laugh.We are preparing a dance, my friends. Such a glorious dance ( Read more... )
