There’s something about Nysaris that invites folk in. And I don’t mean the usual Faire, ‘Welcome! Everything is for sale’! invitation. No; there is something far deeper inside Nysaris, a city built around a goddess of hope.
The Realm had such a Classical Greek atmosphere that I was surprised to find myself in the company of a white raven. Since Apollo began the practice of shooting the messenger when the (white) raven who brought him the news of a lover’s infidelity had the audacity not to peck out the lady’s eyes, the god cursed all ravens to be black from that moment on. I’d hesitate to venture into a place like Nysaris if I were a kvitravn. For now, I’m calling him Sciathán Bán, because it’s a silly play on the Irish poem Pangur Bán. “Pangur” just means “cat”, and “bán” is “white”, so I checked with Brán for the word for “raven”— which I failed to pronounce after half a dozen attempts. He suggested “sciathán”, which means “wing”, instead— and that, it turns out, I can pronounce, with practice. I’ve made it clear to him that we are avoiding Apollo at all costs.
If you would venture where the Spirits Cross Be sure to have your wings on: you will need To cross a gorge wide as a giant’s step And with one broken bridge, a gust of wind Could make you miss your stride. Only the rocks Would welcome you. Like I said: wear your wings.
It didn’t work. At least, not the other night. I guess purple is not radical enough to raise Her Majesty’s anger. But I am no huldefólk who gives up. No; I will try again and again. This time, Moth favoured me with a lovely Viridian paint, and I topped it off with some shiny lacquer from rainnn. The Petrichor dress was a must-buy, after that, and I had some Hexumbra shadow in exactly the right colour to make it pop. Then, I checked out Raven Bell‘s hair studio for the cut and colour. She can’t ignore this.
Sialdor is … green! Which meant that I blended right in. Here I am trying to lose myself in a tree, and failing. But in a place so green, surely there were other spots to get lost in.
I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no place nicer for a relaxed and happy sojourn than WooHoo! Bay. When we made our reservations to stay here for the duration of the Great Faire, I admit I wasn’t sure what we’d find when we arrived, but our FaeB&B hosts have been just lovely, and I can see why they love living here and offering space to tourists. You can see the curved window of the large townhouse we hired from this photo. It’s clean, plainly decorated, and perfect. All the houses are built into the island itself here, so the walls you see are only a small piece of the very large buildings within. We’ve really enjoyed our stay. That said, our initial arrival here was a bit of, well, an adventure.