TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[gallus]

[ the balcony is quiet but far from abandoned, but as she hears footsteps Merida tenses and ducks behind the nearest stone outcropping. there are those here unfamiliar with the fae, unfamiliar with the long halls and the thick stone that make up a castle. the princess isn't skeptical of what's going on (the wisps had called her here) but she is cautious. everyone eating the food down there?

she wouldn't be surprised if it went horribly wrong.

but it seemed she wasn't the first person to think of escape, and her heart beats quickly in her chest as she waits for the footsteps to stop. clutching her own bow and arrow, she peeks around the dark corner of her hideaway to carefully see who her impromptu companion is. ]

[torc]

[ Guinevere realises she isn't alone after a few seconds of would-be silence. It's the little things that give it away: the shift of material in Merida's clothing; the carefully controlled puffs of breath; no doubt identifiable only to those trained in the art of hunting beasts and men. The tips of her fingers longer against her own bow a moment longer, but she manages to swallow the near reflex to string an arrow. ]

Are you ready to come out of hiding? Or shall I pretend I haven't noticed you for a while longer.

[ There's a lick of amusement in her voice despite her relatively offhand tone. Guinevere turns, dark eyes assessing the even darker corner of Merida's spot, her gaze fixed there even as she lifts the cup to take a sip of the water. ]

[gallus]

[ it's the bow that draws the young girl's eye, and perhaps it's this more than anything else that has her step out from her hiding spot. it's a wonder her bright mane of red hair hadn't given her away to begin with, because despite the shadow, the colour is vibrant, especially set against the green of her dress.

she doesn't clutch her own bow, but she holds it firmly in her hand as she straightens, her spine straight (as her mum had spent years teaching her) because there was no telling what any of these strangers might be like. when she speaks, her voice is thick with the highlands. ]

You surprised me.