TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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

[napolienic]

[ There's a dragon on the roof. Uh.

Lien's tail dangles over the side of the wall, twitching aimlessly in the breeze. Varda isn't the only one to have sought solitude so close to the sky, and it's half a moment before Lien rouses herself to take notice.

One enormous white neck stretches down and around, to put the starry woman in better view of her milky red eyes, the size of a man's grown hand. It's improprietous to intervene -- but Lien, too, knows grief, and their proximity demands address. Her voice is delicate, and smooth for all its deep sonority: ]

It is too beautiful a night to mar one's view with sorrow. [ She peers, squinting to make out the shape of her. ] The stars reflect what we would see in them.

[tintalle]

[ she should be wary, perhaps, because in the world she calls home, dragons are dark, greedy, cruel creatures. but the eyes and the face that find her this time are not dark, and she finds herself smiling warmly into that gaze. ]

You are lovely. [ gentle and honest, as galaxies bloom and fade in the fabric of her clothing, in the fall of her hair, in the deep of her own eyes. ] .. And I fear that these are not my stars. [ she tilts her chin up, staring up into the night sky, fingers lacing together. ] Still, they are stars. 'Tis enough for now.

[napolienic]

[ A dragon’s face does not well betray astonishment, and Lien has schooled herself to a lifetime of courtly composure. Still her, frill lifts, whiskers flushing out askew. Yongxing alone has ever called her by such terms — and meant it sincerely.

Despite herself, she wants almost to believe it; this seems no courtier's flattery, and something in Varda’s gentility invites warmth in return. ]

You do me too much kindness. [ Lien has to force her gaze away from the patterns shifting. It’s as though looking upon a shen of old tales, she might lose herself if incautious. ] Must all constellations be kin of blood? They might be yours yet, and you in turn bring light to them. Such is the way of new friendship.