Fantasy Faire 2016 slurls and urls
- Official Fantasy Faire 2016 weblog
- Official Fantasy Faire Radio
- Official Fantasy Faire Flickr
- Official Fantasy Faire Twitter
- My cheat sheet post to the Fantasy Faire Sim and Slurls
A Look from the Fairelands (details of Fairelands items and slurls after the pictures)
Fashion Details for items at the Fantasy Faire
- skin (RFL item): Constella Skin:// Lunale by Aikea Rieko of The Plastik in Serenity
- antlers (RFL item): Lightbearer of Hope with headpiece by Kerryth Tarantal of Spyralle in Serenity
- top and shirt (RFL item): Lienna by Kinu Mayako of SAKIDE in Serenity
- particles that I wear (RFL item): Twinkle Faeries (purple) by ColeMarie Soleil of Cole’s Corner in Lucentia
- veil: face net headband by Krystali Rabeni of Love Roleplay & Fantasy Store in Tinkers Hollow
- Location: Serenity (Kaelis Ember). SIM Sponsor: The NeoVictoria Project Asil Ares.
Day 6 ~ a Midsummer Fairelands
The toaster bounded around Sage, popping out lightly browned bread slices everywhere. Sage smiled readily. She seemed to find no surprise in witnessing toasters leaping about with great excitement. Not so for Bloom’n. Her brow scrunched with no small amount of confusion. She found it nearly impossible to resist staring at the little metal creature who absentmindedly whipped its electric cord tail here and there.
“The Gem in the Lake,” the toaster sputtered in between fits of spitting out bread. “The Gem now warmly buttered! Nice and warmly buttered in glow in the Lake!”
“Yes,” Sage replied. “We must protect it.”
“Not a Gem,” the Giant Barbarian grunted. He knelt in an instant and did so surprisingly rapidly, quietly. Even elegantly, Bloom’n noted. No one moved, except for Sage who turned her head in expectation toward the Giant. And the Werewolf who bared its fangs, sending the petite faes around its jaw into sudden flight onto its ear tips.
“Not a Gem,” the Giant Barbarian repeated as he scooped up mounds of bread with one of his Giant Hands before shoveling the whole lot into his Giant Mouth. Rabbits and mice and kittens scurried up his Giant Limbs in chase of a castaway crumb or two.
“What then,” Bloom’n asked with some annoyance. “You move fast enough, elegantly enough. Yet take a long time to explain!”
Sage raised an amused eyebrow and smiled more deeply under her breath at her somewhat exasperated friend. Truth be told, Bloom’n’s own bravado squarely in the face of a Giant Barbarian (who, ironically, happened to have a rather square face, if overly large) surprised even Bloom’n herself.
She raised her hand in peace, having thought better of things, then whispered, “…apologies…”
“Indeed. …accepted,” the Giant Barbarian rumbled while grinding bread between its teeth. “Just know the Enemy seeks no apologies. Worse yet, the Enemy offers none. Not even when going directly after the Heart of all that is Beautiful.” Casting its Giant Eyes on Bloom’n, the Giant Barbarian bent down even closer — casting his overly large square face before her like a giant square moon — and repeated with measured deliberateness, “The Heart. In the Lake.”
“The Heart of Everything that is Beautiful,” Bloom’n whispered, nearly mouthed. All at once, she understood.
“Enough explanation,” the Werewolf suddenly growled and most appropriately that he did. Leave it to the Werewolf to gain the attention of all.
“We stand at the edge of the Midsummer of the Fairelands. Enough talking! Enough taking a knee! Enough bread eating! …” His eyes narrowed, then glowed yellow-orange. He cast his gaze now far off in the distance to the outermost edges of the Lake. His sight keen, his hearing astute, his muscles torqued. All of his senses heightened.
Then, returning to face Sage, Bloom’n, the Giant Barbarian, the small creatures and critters, even the now silent (and slightly trembling) toaster, he urged,
“Now is the MidSummer of these faire Fairelands. Tally no more! ‘Tis Time for the Deep Plunge… Time to protect The Heart of All that is Beautiful!”