Fanny Fae makes her way through the enchanted forest. lambent beams of light reflect through the thick foilage and the air that is teeming with Life and Magic. Deep within the forest glen, she sees a delicate creature of legend that all of the peoples of the Fae speak of with reverence and awe.
A Unicorn!
Fanny's knees almost give way as she moves ever slowly forward, praying to the Great Goddess not to frighten the sacred creature. In spite of her suddenly dry throat, she begins to hum a low sweet tune, and then gently begins to sing:
Creature of wonder, sacred in thy flight Queen of the Fae Steeds, shining in the moonlight Permit entrance into Thy homeland Be it forest or sea Bring your magic to my heart Here 'neath bough and bark and tree.
Fanny realizes that she has been heard, and the creature looks up and their eyes meet. She is almost unable to breathe now, having met something so pure and so sacred in the realms of all that is Magical to both Human and Fae alike
( ... )
Visitors to the lilac wood have been a frequent occurrence of late, and the unicorn is not surprised by Fanny's presence so much as she is by her song. In truth she is both surprised and delighted, for it has been some while since anyone hailed her in such a way
( ... )
Fanny feels a pinprick of panic and almost sadness in her heart. She looks at her hands nervously and looks back at the beautiful Unicorn sheepishly.
"I'faith, Fair One," Fanny began, "I did not mean to insult you through the careless wording of my song."
Fanny watches the shimmering lambent light reflect off of the coat and horn of the sacred creature who only answers her with a blink.
"truly, you have already brought your magic to my heart," Fanny edges closer on hands and knees, and tries very hard not to frighten the Unicorn, "I would ask for nothing, and ne'er expect anything. Indeed, your welcome is enough. I give you my word-bond as a Wytch that I would ne'er do anything to harm thee, on this you can rely. "
OOC Comment:
I am not at all put out by the wait. I have been a tad busy myself refurbishing a grand old Victorian storefront here locally and helping get their tea room and herb store up and running. I know your time and schedule constraints, too, so to my mind it evens out. :)
The unicorn considers her last words for a time -- a time that may seem indefinite to Fanny, though for the unicorn it is no longer than the breath of a butterfly. Finally she dips her horn, both acknowledging and accepting the oath that has been offered to her. She is a little amused by how earnestly Fanny is trying not to frighten her, but while this amusement shines out of her eyes like stardust, it is entirely without mocking or condescension.
"You may rise, if you wish. I will not flee from you, for I know when I am frightened, and when I am not -- and in any case, it is not so easy to frighten me as many suppose." She arches her neck, swan-like, and yet possessed of more easy elegance than any swan ever aspired to.
"As to the wording of your song, I would hardly deem it careless. It was quite well-phrased, as such songs go, and pleasant for me to hear. I was briefly surprised that you knew to sing it, however. It's rare that anyone knows me--truly knows me--on sight, these days. Even women, who have always had better
( ... )
Mister Smith had not seen the Unicorn in some long while and found himself thinking of her often. Especially now when he could genuinely say that he was happy and content for the first time in his life. Part of the reason for that unusual state of grace was the Unicorn herself. Mister Smith numbered her among the few friends he'd made since his arrival in this enchanted place. One of the few who seemed to genuinely care about his well being; whether he lived or died or even existed at all. For his part, he'd come to love her. Not just as a beautiful and enchanted creature stepped out of a fairytale but as dear friend. A friend whose absence was keenly felt as a pain in his heart. He found that he missed her. Missed seeing her silvered form in the moonlight, standing in the wood outside his cottage. Missed the tinkle of her laugh and the music of her voice
( ... )
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A Unicorn!
Fanny's knees almost give way as she moves ever slowly forward, praying to the Great Goddess not to frighten the sacred creature. In spite of her suddenly dry throat, she begins to hum a low sweet tune, and then gently begins to sing:
Creature of wonder, sacred in thy flight
Queen of the Fae Steeds, shining in the moonlight
Permit entrance into Thy homeland
Be it forest or sea
Bring your magic to my heart
Here 'neath bough and bark and tree.
Fanny realizes that she has been heard, and the creature looks up and their eyes meet. She is almost unable to breathe now, having met something so pure and so sacred in the realms of all that is Magical to both Human and Fae alike ( ... )
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"I'faith, Fair One," Fanny began, "I did not mean to insult you through the careless wording of my song."
Fanny watches the shimmering lambent light reflect off of the coat and horn of the sacred creature who only answers her with a blink.
"truly, you have already brought your magic to my heart," Fanny edges closer on hands and knees, and tries very hard not to frighten the Unicorn, "I would ask for nothing, and ne'er expect anything. Indeed, your welcome is enough. I give you my word-bond as a Wytch that I would ne'er do anything to harm thee, on this you can rely. "
OOC Comment:
I am not at all put out by the wait. I have been a tad busy myself refurbishing a grand old Victorian storefront here locally and helping get their tea room and herb store up and running. I know your time and schedule constraints, too, so to my mind it evens out. :)
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"You may rise, if you wish. I will not flee from you, for I know when I am frightened, and when I am not -- and in any case, it is not so easy to frighten me as many suppose." She arches her neck, swan-like, and yet possessed of more easy elegance than any swan ever aspired to.
"As to the wording of your song, I would hardly deem it careless. It was quite well-phrased, as such songs go, and pleasant for me to hear. I was briefly surprised that you knew to sing it, however. It's rare that anyone knows me--truly knows me--on sight, these days. Even women, who have always had better ( ... )
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