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!

Comments

[retund]

[ She only catches the end of his conversation. Immediately, her jaw sets. When she turns around, her mouth thins in a stubborn line. Then, with a certain air of indignation and superiority: ]

They're not real fairies. [ She doesn't know what they are, just what they sure as hell are not. She knows fairies, she was a fairy, part of her still is, even without faith and dust and wings. A fairy would never act like this, endorsing killings and kidnappings. Fairies help make dreams come true -- or they try to, at least. ]

[infant]

[ He plants his hands on his hips as he lands on the table after his crowing takes him up high and walks over, staring her in the eye. ]

They are. [ Irritating and in need of a good hiding, perhaps, but still fairies and he will defend them to the end. A coldness seeps into his tone, sharp as the dagger which is unsheathed at her. ] If you say anything further that causes them harm, lady, I shall kill you here and now.

[retund]

[ she removes the dagger from her side in turn, and raises her chin high, defiant. of course, this boy is trouble. boy's are so often trouble -- that's why pan prefers them, she thinks. ]

You said yourself that they cannot fly and have no fairy dust. That means they lack faith. [ never mind their other flaws. ] And you can't be a fairy without faith. [ she knows that all too well. ]

[infant]

The boys here cannot fly, the fairies — I don't know why they haven't any dust. Perhaps it is because old people like you keep trying to steal it.

[ A good enough explanation as to be true. Maybe it is or isn't, Peter thinks it sounds about right enough to fit. ]

If I were a fairy surrounded by greedy grown-ups, I would cast off all my dust too! I would cut out my heart and murder myself before allowing anyone but a child to fly.