The Fairelands have faded back into the Mists, but for many of us, they are still in our minds and imaginations.
Over the course of the Faire, many people were inspired to write stories and poems – and many of those have been shared with us. Over the coming days, we will be sharing those with you, through this blog, and also adding them to the LitFest area of the site.
But if you have written about the Fairelands, or have been inspired to write by the Faire, there is still time to submit your writing to be included on the website as we build an anthology of Faire writings.
The above is a magnificent picture by Tamzin Xigalia. It has everything a good Faire-picture should have: Faireland environment, Fairelanders of many shape and size, a Faire legend (in this case the Fairechylde, our dragonborne party ship) and of course bunnies! …fine, fine. I’m biased. Bunnies optional!
The problem with highlights is that you have to choose. Especially if you have limited time and defined themes and subjects you want to follow. Even if everyone would be deserving of a mention and a spot in the fae starlight, it isn’t always possible. Blogger highlights for Fantasy Faire are absolutely a case like that. I wanted to present them as themes, as ways and methods to blog the Faire, show examples of the said blogging, and I think for most parts that went well. It of course doesn’t change the fact that many a brilliant post was left unmentioned if the theme it fits had already been highlighted, or if there simply wasn’t time enough to include everyone within the short and busy weeks of the Faire.
When I came back from the rather less than formal ball held in the Drifts of Anamnesis, a desert which somehow became an oasis at exactly the right time, I admit I was feeling a bit drained and a bit sad.
I know what you must be thinking, of course. ‘But who could possibly feel sad in such a beautiful gown, Your Fae Majesty’?
And you’d have a point. Silvan Moon Designs has created the most wonderful spring gown in an array of colours appropriate to the season. I was so proud to wear Dance of Spring to the informal ball; it almost didn’t matter that nearly everyone else was dressed rather less than formally. This periwinkle colour is to die for, isn’t it? And the gown’s crushed velvet falls so beautifully. I admit I sneaked out of the Fairelands to visit the carnival of fashion and hijinks that is We Love Roleplay, and that’s where I found this beautiful gown. I’m sure they still have a few left if you hurry to the carnival.
But the truth is, sometimes even when one is wearing a fabulous dress, it’s still possible to feel a bit sad. Even a lot sad.
Now that I was in the right place, all I needed was for it to be the right time. Scheherazade’s face was literally plastered on the walls, after all, and translations of One Thousand and One Nights lay scattered across the tables in this little oasis. There was even a nice fire going.
But that was three hours ago. Now it’s well past midnight, and these scrolls are getting awfully heavy. Maybe I’ll set them down for a bit…
I was feeling sad. After all, it was the last day of the Faire, and soon I’d have to take a portal back to Awenia and pick up all the pieces I’d left dangling for the last two seasons. I flew up to one of the clouds that hover over the Fairchylde in Isle of Shadows, and, well, OK— I just kind of felt sorry for myself for a while.
I promise I didn’t sing that song. For long.
Of course, then I noticed how much there was to see from this vantage point….
First of course, there was the Fairchylde Herself, and that just made me want to look farther and farther.
We came to the coast once more early on the morning, and even as the Sun rose we could see its light glittering off the blue domes of our destination even before it fell across the seas beyond.
It was said that Zodiac had been founded by a company of Royales who departed the fair city of Magnificat many years ago. I had once visited Magnificat as a traveller riding alone, and the memory of that journey remained never far from my thoughts.
As we left our mounts fed and watered on the outskirts of the city, so I was able to see a certain resemblance within these dome-topped halls and the spire-topped palaces of that ancient place. But more than that, this city brought to mind legends of the great temples and river of the Golden Delta, while the walls of water that fell straight and true down hand-made cliffs brought forth tales of the floating retreat of Sanctum, said to be held aloft on pillars of crystal waters.