A {Pathrin} Faerietale

[xarlot]

‘The fairies have never a penny to spend,
They haven’t a thing put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and flower
And theirs is the earth and sky.
And though you should live in a palace of gold
Or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be as poor as the fairies are,
And never as rich.

Since ever and ever the world began
They danced like a ribbon of flame,
They have sung their song through the centuries long
And yet it is never the same.
And though you be foolish or though you be wise,
With hair of silver or gold,
You can never be as young as the fairies are,
And never as old.’

The faeries, creatures and guardians of the realm of woodland, an eternity of ages they have seen pass already, and an eternity they live still to protect.
They abide in the safety of the mystic northern forest of Pathrin, watching over its inhabitants, and protecting their sacred forests from intruders and evils.
Like any human or elf, the faeries have appearances, traits and personalities unique to themselves. Their powers are one thing they hold in common, each is supplied with the ability of flight, by the use of their wings, and also of emitting orbs of light to surround them to stay inconspicuous to the other beings. The ones of noble blood are endowed with a special power; they can transform themselves to the size of a human being, and also grant this power unto other faeries that they deem deserving.
The faerie groves are accessible only by the true believers, who are scarcely come across since the faeries are so rarely seen anymore. Through the doorway to their realm, lies a vast of mystic woodland, full of foliage and flora. There are guards armed with sleeping powder arranged along the entrance to stop any stray intruders who accidentally stumble upon their home. The main city centres on the grand throne room, in which the Queen Saeliril abides, the rest of the city revolving around it, and is accessed by different paths leading from the throne room.
Like any other society, each Faerie has a job or occupation via which the contribute to their society and keep everything running smoothly. The most highly-ranked of these, apart from being royalty, is the task of being an elf watcher. Elf watchers are very few in number, and they look over the elven kind of noble blood, as has been their task since time began.

[Magderagon]

((sounds good, ill do my bios soon so try not to change too much ))

[xarlot]

There was a loud explosion, as a firework of confetti burst in the sky, showering the crowds of cheering Fae in a multitude of colours, as the dancers zoomed around above finishing their elaborate routine.

Finwen paused at the end along with the other dancers, looking down on her sea of fans, a wide smile on her face, and then zoomed off to join her friends so the queen could make her ceremonial speech which signified the end of the celebrations of the summer solstice.

Lothir lay on his stomach as he watched the dancers and listened to the music, his head rested in one hand, and his usual dreamy expression on his face. He snapped back to reality as he saw the queen rise from her thone and groaned inaudibly. As a bard, he had decided he was allowed to be critical of other people's writing and in this case, speeches, and had always thought of their queen, wise as she may be, to have the most long and boring speeches ever.

[Magderagon]

Aergol moaned "I hate trousers, what evil creature through them up??" he tugged at the uncomfortable clothing while trying to loosen the bowtie his uncle Seenur had given him

Seenur sighed "We have to present a good image for the celebrations, its part of the rules of social life"

[xarlot]

The queen's speech seemed to drone on and on for Lothir, and he occupied himself by showing off and pretending to fall asleep which amused several young girls sat near him. Eventually is came to an end, and Saeliril took her place back on her throne. Lothir beamed, this was his favourite part of the celebration, the after party.

[Magderagon]

Aergol grunted but didnt answer, having finally slipped off the bowtie and clapped with a bored face as the queen finished her speech. Frankly, Aergol couldnt have even told you what the queen was wearing he had paid that little attention. He stood up with his aunt and uncle and made another moaning noise as two of their friends spotted them and came over for what they called a quick chat, but which could easily take longer than the entire ceremony, dances, speech and fireworks. Worse, they had their daughter with them and so would probably make more suggestions about her coming out party and wink at him.

[xarlot]

As for every elf guardian and nobly-inclined of the Fae, Arn had been stuck at Saeliril's side for the majority of the ceremony, and now it was over, he breathed a sigh of relief as he fluttered off to join the merry, drinking masses. Or at least he would have done, if he hadn't heard an all too familiar sneer behind him.

"You know, you haven't any right to join in the festivities. Such an unlucky omen as yourself should stay at home, lest you bring about a dark cloud on the celebration." It was Edhalir. Arn shook his head and flew off, trying not to let his taunts get to him, though they steadily were.

[Magderagon]

Forne sighed and let himself fall back off of the branch that he had been watching from, gently gliding down to the floor and darting off into the trees when he heard a voice

"Halt. Turn. Back here you havent done yet" his mentor was resting against a tree behind him

"Its just the after party,cant i go?"

"Nope. Socialise a little, its good for you" the scout smiled gently "Besides, i saw a few girls checking you out earlier"

"Reall? What are we waiting for lets get back to the party!" he sped back into the crowds

[xarlot]

In his hurry to escape Edhalir, Arn darted into the density of the crowds without looking where he was going, and straight into someone.

Finwen shrieked as her drink soaked her, then turned to Arn. "Idiot!" She cried. "Watch where you're going!"

"I...I'm sorry!" Arn replied, feeling a red blush spread across his cheeks, especially when he noticed the crowd around them go quiet.

"Just get lost!" Finwen snapped, barging past him, her friends following and shooting Arn looks of disdain.

[Magderagon]

"Well that wasnt quite what you had in mind im guessing?" Destai strolled up with his hands shoved deep in his pockets "Trying to find someone or just really need the loo?"

[xarlot]

"Trying to lose someone actually." Arn looked around to see if he had lost them and sighed when he found he had. "I guess even the most joyous celebration doesn't mean some people are any friendlier." He added, gesturing after Finwen.

[Magderagon]

"Why would it? The celebration is a simple method of trying to distract people from the governments corruption"

[xarlot]

Arn blinked and took a few seconds to recover from what he had said. "That's a rather bleak outlook on things." He grinned. "I'm pretty sure we'd still celebrate the summer solstice even if our government were different."

[Magderagon]

"Ah well" Destai shrugged "Its a good excuse to get pissed" he smiled "Buy her a drink and she might stop giving you the evil eye every few minutes"

[xarlot]

"So if I buy her a barrel, she'll be nice forever?" Arn laughed. "I doubt that somehow, but I'll still take you up on that drink." He grabbed two glasses from a faerie floating past and handed one to Destai.

[Magderagon]

Destei grinned and took a sip "Not bad stuff, at least they dont cheap out on drinks"

[xarlot]

"Yeah, you gotta give 'em that. I'm Arn by the way." He smiled warmly.

[Magderagon]

"Destai, resident punk and conspiracy nutjob" he grinned

[xarlot]

"Nice to meet you nutjob." Arn laughed as he pulled up a stool next to a nearby table.

[Magderagon]

Dropping onto the stool next to him Destai tipped his glass to the other faerie "So what do you do?"