The Beauty of Blue

I was wandering again. Aside from the Big Events, this year, I travelled the Great Faire mostly in one disguise or another. It was fun, and somewhat easier, as I was not in a mind to deal with other beings overmuch, and frankly, there are plenty of other Fae Queens at the Faire: my celebrity is mercurial, just like me (and just like them!)

There was no better place to wander this year’s Faire than Wandering Woods. And although as Wandering places go, it was rather orderly, what makes a place is not always its stunning architecture, or its defining features; no, what makes a place is the light.

The beauty of blue

All things end…

It is time to let the Fairelands return to the Mysts. We send them off with love and with the knowledge they will return to us next April.

Each year they come, welcoming us home. For a brief window they are with us and we are rejuvenated. Our love makes them manifest and their magic prepares us to return to a world without them. The Fairelands may have their secret place, but they always live in our hearts, through our memories and the friendships we have made.

We are sad, as we always are, to see them go, yet even in that sadness there is the seed of hope, knowing that next April they will return to us once more.

For those of you that may be experiencing this passing for the first time, you may wonder when the feelings of sadness for what has passed will turn to feelings of anticipation for what is to come. The answer is different for everyone, but for myself knowing that even though the Fairelands themselves have faded, the Fairelands community remains is a great comfort. Sadness that is shared cannot last so long. The Fairelands are not only a place, they are a family, and we choose now whether we stay together or not.

Together, we raised an astonishing amount of money. Almost 24 Million Lindens, or over $95,000 US Dollars for Relay For Life. To me that is still unfathomable really. I find myself looking for some quantifiable answer as to how we did that. I realize that the answer is a single word. Fairelanders.

Together, we watched dance performances and we danced ourselves. We saw and heard wonderful stories, and we found ourselves playing parts in wonderful stories. We learned about heroic quests, and we answered the call to be heroes in an epic Quest. The Faire is what we see and do, and it is about what we find the chance to ourselves become.

The Faire is what you discover, and the Faire is what you bring to it. Both of these are essential to making it the magical experience that it is each year. Both are part of the magic that brings it back.

All things end; however, life is cyclical and even as things go, so they come back again. For now we say good bye to the Fairelands, but Junction will call them back again next April. they will be different, but they will still be home. Until then, keep the light of the Fairelands alive in your heart.

With love,
Elizabeth

From The Candles To The Stars

From Davi:

I … woke up like this. I’ve learned not to ask how these things happen. I’ve learned not to speculate about the reasons behind them, the physics, the wherefores and whatevers. But often, no matter what predicament I find myself in, there is a definite why.

The Candle Path

In this case, and at this time, it seemed there was a place the Faire wanted me to see.

Neo Chronicles of Adair: Kratz’s Wild Night, Part II

Author Note: This post is a continuation of Kratz’s Wild Night, Part I. Please read the first part before proceeding. Or not. Some things are more fun without context.

Having gained the temporary appearance of a bona fide Drow, Kratz made for Valhalla, the last-known whereabouts of his companions.

Little did he know that his companions, Adair and Vedika, had long since left Valhalla to search for him, and that the only person eft to behold his half-naked majesty would be a fallen god, freshly reborn from Ragnarök.

Neo Chronicles of Adair: Kratz’s Wild Night, Part I

This is Kratz.

Kratz doesn’t know about you, but he’s had a rough Faire, and as much as he enjoys the Somniator’s company, he’s very much looking forward to returning to his little slice of heaven down in the Underdark.

However, before he picks up what little is left of his pride and slithers back into the shadows, Kratz has a cautionary tale he would like to share with you. Isn’t that right, Kratz?

“Actually, no. I regret nothing. NOTHING!”

Don’t mind him. He’ll come around.