Wicked Wylds: Where The Magic Is Real

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Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

Once upon a time, there was a collection of people, people whose imaginations were bigger than their back gardens, people whose desire to tell stories and live more than one life captured their thoughts and dreams.

A couple of those people created a place where those thoughts and dreams could come to life, and they called it Wicked Wylds.

This is where I spend my Second Life roleplaying time. WW is not the sort of place you go if you just want to kill some monsters or have lighthearted intimate relations with pointy-eared elves. I mean, you could do those things, but there is a much, much larger story of which your actions can be a small part, or a large part.

In WW you can have come from anywhere. Maybe you were about to go into the shop to buy some milk and suddenly felt dizzy. You might wake up on an idyllic hillside and wonder if you’ve had some kind of stroke or maybe just dropped dead. Maybe you are a realm-walker, and the Wylds is just a convenient stopover between Asgard and Wonderland.

Maybe you are a demon who longs to role-play in a meticulously detailed Hell with a rich cast of characters who will engage you.

Maybe you are a changeling who has lived as a human for so long, and one day, one day, you open the door to Faerie.

Maybe you are an ordinary (ha!) person who dreams of interacting with so many different kinds of beings than you encounter at your day job in the bank.

Maybe you just want to be taken to where the magic is real.

You can’t find Wicked Wylds through a Second Life search. But you can take a look at the Tumblr to see what’s going on Read the histories, the rules, all that admin stuff there, or you can request it from one of the admins in-world. You can seek out members of the admin staff on SL and IM us. Tell us your story and we’ll talk about how it might fit into ours.

There is so much room for growth and there is no end to the stories we might write together.

Some of the people who live in or are frequently found in Mysthaven: L-R: (back row) Gwyneth, Seelie Queen in Faerie; Nathanial, Mysthaven Steward and Queen's Consort; Aoibheann, Lost Rabbit and Lord Maric's Consort; Lord Maric, Lord of Mysthaven and by a strange twist of fate the current Unseelie King; (front row) Wren Darling, Fae Teen and Nathaniel's adopted daughter; Dyisi, Elder Satyr, Realm-Walker, teller of tales and talker of riddles.

Some of the people who live in or are frequently found in Mysthaven:
L-R: (back row) Gwyneth, Seelie Queen in Faerie; Nathanial, Mysthaven Steward and Queen’s Consort; Aoibheann, Lost Rabbit and Lord Maric’s Consort; Lord Maric, Lord of Mysthaven and by a strange twist of fate the current Unseelie King; (front row) Wren Darling, Fae Teen and Nathaniel’s adopted daughter; Dyisi, Elder Satyr, Realm-Walker, teller of tales and talker of riddles.

Admins to IM: Vedis Seid (sim owner and the architect of hell); Faermorn Violet (plot spinner and the architect of Faerie); Suboki Paine (RP and Tech Admin); Benbold (RP Admin); Dickensiandreamer (RP Admin); Dyisi Oppewall (Rp Admin); Gwen Enchanted (RP Admin, Welcome Wagon, Fae Dreamer, and the Blogger of Record).

Spiffy photo taken with the indispensible aid of a LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

I Don’t Believe that Faerie Will Fall….

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Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

I guess, really, there’s not too much to say about this.

I think I should probably be embarrassed about this now, though.

He really is the loveliest person I have ever known.

So, even though there will be whispers, even though it’s just not done, even though there might even be open confrontations, even with all of that:

I don’t believe that Faerie will fall

because I said yes.

because I said yes.

because I said yes.

Style Card:

Nathaniel:
Clothes: 
Stitched: Bran in Purple
Pendant: Empyrean Forge: Chronos Timepiece (available at the We Love Role-Play May Event!)
Hair: Wasabi Pills: Orion, Cinnamon
Skin: DNA—Damien Type 1
Eyes: Mad Designs Eyes: Promise, Green

Gwyneth:
Skin: Curio: Simone in Moondrop
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!): Megan
Dress: Faida & Fallen Gods: Circe, Gluttony
Footwraps: Muka: Rosa Dark Feetwraps
Crown: GSpot: Dyonysos’ Bride, Violet
Necklace: glYph: Miraculous Necklace, Purple
Bracelet: Tabloid: A Sea Story Leather Cuff, Blue
Ring: Krystal, Damask Ring (Rare multijewel)

So, World Goth Day is Coming Up.

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The Amazing Catwoman:

The Amazing Catwoman:

World Goth Day is the 22nd of May. That’s this coming Friday. Now, I myself am not a goth. However, I can say that I’ve never met a goth who was interested in actually desecrating a graveyard. Most goths, if they’re into graveyards, just want to visit there.

But you would not believe what, I guess you would call them ordinary people, think about goths. Kind of like they think about me, I guess, only with more eyeliner. If I’m in a big city, mums sometimes steer their children away from me, that kind of thing. It’s how I developed this awesome scowl.

So, anyway, people believe the craziest things.

So that's how I found myself getting on a streetcar in New Orleans...

So that’s how I found myself getting on a streetcar in New Orleans…

So that’s how I found myself getting on a streetcar in New Orleans…. and heading round to ward graveyards.

Warding graveyards? Why would anybody need to ward a graveyard?

Warding graveyards? Why would anybody need to ward a graveyard?

“Warding graveyards? Why would anybody need to ward a graveyard?”

“Not your need to know,” said the Fixer. “But I think they’re worried the goth population is going to somehow breach the gates.”

I said no more to the Fixer. But, um. New Orleans has a far bigger vampire problem than any city has a goth problem. Not that vampires are necessarily a problem, but. Not my need to know; just do the job. The city councilwoman overseeing the project said I was dressed too casually, so she dragged me to (ironically) the World Goth Fair and bought me a jacket that she said would “make me fit in better with the locals.” Yeah, whatever: free jacket. She took me to a skin painter too, so I could get a new look for the job. I really like the work the artist did on me; her shop is called 7 Deadly s{K}ins, and of course they had a booth at the World Goth Fair. We left when the city councilwoman got nervous that someone was going to drag her into a club and sacrifice her on some satanic altar (and I carefully did not mention that I am more likely to be such a sacrifice than she is).

I don't know if you know much about warding.

I don’t know if you know much about warding.

I don’t know if you know much about warding. I suppose it’s different for everyone, but for me, it requires intense conversation, very stiff arms, and upraised hands. Every time, every ward. By the end of the night, I was so tired my hands were shaking. The councilwoman took pity on me and we swung by Café du Monde on the way, where she bought me coffee and beignets, then complained she’d already blown her budget on the jacket and this would be out of her own pocket. I didn’t take the bait. I thanked her in as sweet a voice as I could muster,  but no way was I paying $5 for a café au lait and three beignets. Sheesh. Anyway, thank the gods Cafe du Monde is open 24 hours a day, because I fell asleep on the table and only woke up when some college guy tried to steal my last beignet. Cold, dead hands, buddy. And you don’t want to know what these hands can do.

Style Card:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: Zavira (available at the World Goth Fair!)
Hair: Mina: Aranka
Ears: Mandala Fantasy Elf Ears
Jacket: Dark Passions: Frock in Black (available at the World Goth Fair!)
Trousers: Evilkyoot: Express Jeans, black
Corset: Schadenfreude: Fluorite Tree Corset
Boots: Lassitude & Ennui: Selene Boots
Necklace: Eldritch: Khordaid Pendant 2 (available at The Secret Affair!)

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

Sojourn in Eclectica

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The Gypsy Davey:

The Gypsy Davey:

As we travel through different realms, picking up work here and there and marvelling at the beauty (and sometimes its opposite) of the places we find ourselves in, one place seems to come up more than I’d expect it to if I were giving odds.

It's Eclectica.

It’s Eclectica.

It’s Eclectica. Eclectica is a little realm that it seems most beings view as a holiday destination, and I can understand why. When we end up there, we can find any variety of odd jobs, from fixing fences to this time’s first bit of work: sorting books for a fellow who doesn’t get around so well.

I told the boys it was a good opportunity to practice their alphabetising skills.

I told the boys it was a good opportunity to practice their alphabetising skills.

I told the boys it was a good opportunity to practice their alphabetising skills and sat down to supervise. Sometimes it is good to be Uncle.

They protested quite a bit, but I reminded them there was a lake out there with good boating and swimming in it for them, and they backed down.

Of course, the job would have gone faster if I’d done it myself. Three of them, and it took nearly the whole morning to sort the mess out. I told the gentleman (and I didn’t catch his name) I’d waive part of the fee since the boys were so slow, but he would have none of that and praised my skills as a parent. I explained that we’re all collective parents, that it’s everyone’s responsibility to train up the children, and he seemed to agree with that philosophy as well.

Later, we took a walk round the realm.

Later, we took a walk round the realm.

Later, we took a walk round the realm. I think I mentioned before that one of the joys of travelling realms as we do is that we get to see some of the most amazing and bizarre things. I don’t think I’ve ever seen plants growing out of a piano before, for example.

As promised, I took the boys to the lake.

As promised, I took the boys to the lake.

As promised, I took the boys to the lake after a light lunch and an hour’s worth of apocrypha. I couldn’t be bothered to go in swimming, but luckily there is always somewhere to rest your bones in Eclectica. I think I took a nap, but who could blame me? A sunny afternoon, a beautiful place, older boys looking out for the younger ones, and a bit of money in my pocket to take back to the camp later.

On our way back to camp, we encountered the Eclectica Crying Girl.

On our way back to camp, we came across the Eclectica Crying Girl.

On our way back to camp, we came across the Eclectica Crying Girl. Now, I know this one has my father’s initials carved in her somewhere—oh, yes; just at the base so not to disturb the experience of the art for anyone else. I made the boys come over and look at that. My father’s initials. I traced a finger over the marks in the stone. Then, without thinking about it over much, I bent down and scratched my own initials in next to his. Because maybe, after I’m gone, the boys will want to trace my marks in the stone as well. And after I’m gone, after the world has forgotten my song and I fade away on the wind, there should be something left, like a mark in the stone. I think I understand my father a bit better now. I think I do.

Style Card:
Skin:  
7 Deadly s{K}ins: B UniQue Kurt, Caramel, available at the 7 Deadly s{K}ins Mainstore.
Hair: Eaters Coma: Hair 41, Noir
Tunic: Faida & Fallen Gods: Jaled II in Wine
Trousers: Faida & Fallen Gods: Il Principe, Nero
Boots: KC: Santiago Male Slink Boots
Ears: Mandala: Long Fantasy Elf Ears
Necklace: Otherskin, Wish

Location: Eclectica is a beautiful place to visit. It’s full of both obvious and hidden wonders, and the sim architect, Maddy, is personable, easy to talk to, and was adding new things to the Northwest corner of the sim as we spoke yesterday: I can’t wait to back and see what she’s done with it!

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

A Fire Was In My Head

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Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

Nothing like a little Yeats to clear the head.

Yes, I did have a fire in my head. And so I went to The Endless Season for a little head-clearing walk in a beautiful countryside. So many things were on my mind: the children, of course. The news I have to tell, and soon, soon. The worries I have about handling the Faerie Court over the next few weeks.

As I walked down the path, a large crow appeared.

As I walked down the path, a large crow appeared.

As I walked down the path, a large crow appeared. It pecked lightly at my leg until I bent down and started talking to it. You see what I mean: it was a really large crow.

When I tried to communicate with it, I could see it was intelligent, but it seemed frustrated when it couldn’t speak back to me.

Just then, it... she... changed.

Just then, it… she… changed.

Just then, it… or rather she, changed into a young woman. Her speech was broken but understandable. It seems she is called “Nemi”, and she is often a crow but sometimes a girl. She was very interested in Faerie, and she called me the Lady of Flowers. I kind of like that.

Our conversation was brief, mostly because I knew I couldn’t stay long.

Just as I turned to go, she changed again.

Just as I turned to go, she changed again.

Just as I turned to go, she changed again. Sometimes, outside of Faerie, my senses are a bit dull: I could not tell if she was girl or goddess or were, but the creature standing before me took my breath away.

Take only memories.

Take only memories.

What do they say? “Leave only footprints; take only memories.” Well, here is my memory of that little day.

I went back to Faerie somewhat refreshed, but with a little ache in my heart. A beautiful creature, a beautiful being like this girl? She should come to Faerie. She should.

Style Cards:

Nemi (Valene Silverpard):
Nemi (Human)
Shape: .=V=. Creation Store: Elven
Skin: Al vulo – Ewa
Outfit: !gO! Homo-Sapiens Bra – Gray (From Fantasy Gacha Faire)
!gO! Homo-Sapiens Kilt Girl – Black (From Fantasy Gacha Faire)
Corvus- Dark Wing Earrings
Lassitue & Ennui – Oreb Necklace
Tattoo: Para Design – Mash-Up
Hair: Little Bones – Moon Child

Nemi (Were)
Shape: .=V=. Creation Store: Elven
Skin: Al vulo – Ewa
Avatar: E-Clipse -Celeno
Hair: Little Bones- Moon Child
Necklace: Lassitude &Ennui – Oreb
Nemi (Crow)
Avatar: Tiny Love – Raven

Gwyneth:
Skin: Curio: Simone in Moondrop
Hair: Doe: Meeka
Ears: Lumae: Leevi Long Ears
Blouse: Dauphine: Blouse, Dusk
Boots: 22769: Jika-Tabi boots, black
Wings: Falln Rose Wings in Purple

Location:
The Endless Season, so beautiful and worth a look and a visit!

The Song of Wandering Aengus

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

Create Your Own (SL) Tarot! The High Priestess

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Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

The High Priestess round of Apollo Scribe’s Ambitious Create Your Own (SL!) Tarot event kicks off tomorrow, and in advance of that, I thought I’d yammer on a bit about tarot, and about some of the stuff you might find if you visit the event.

The High Priestess

The High Priestess

The High Priestess is the third card of the Major Arcana in the standard tarot deck, numbered 2 (we start from 0, with The Fool).

The HPs is the incarnation of the divine. In most traditional decks, she’s pictured in blue or red robes (so I picked purple!), wears a horned headdress, and is pictured with the moon at her feet. The pillars on either side of her, lettered B and J, invoke the Temple of Solomon. She often carries a torah scroll or is pictured with a book.

Headdress and necklace detailing

Headdress and necklace detailing

There are always beautiful things at the Create Your Own Tarot events, and this round is no exception: I love that ZOZ added the torah scroll to the necklace Gwyneth is wearing here as she plays at being the High Priestess herself. The headdress is from Fuubutsu Dou!, with moon disks and feathers. The gown is from Stargazer, and the shimmery cloak really makes it shine.

The CYOT events include a photo contest.

The CYOT events include a photo contest.

The CYOT events include a photo contest, which I made mention of sometime last month (oh, yeah: it was here). Last round’s contest is done and dusted, and you can check out the CYOT Magician Group on Flickr to see the winners.

I’m busy coming up with concepts for this month’s contest (nope, nothing like the above photos!), and I hope that if you enjoy Tarot and Tarot symbolism as much as I do, you’ll find the event inspiring enough to put something together yourself. So far, contest entries have been amazing, and I’ve met some truly wonderful people over the last couple of months through this event.

The Create Your Own (SL) Tarot blog has a lot more information, links to pictures, and whatnot. Check it out!

Style Card:

GOWN: Stargazer, Cassandra in Purple (Available at CYOT!)
NECKLACE: ZOZ: DSignature Raven Necklace of Knowledge (Available at CYOT!)
HEADDRESS: Fuubutsu Dou! The High Priestess, Black (Available at CYOT!)
SKIN: Curio
HAIR: Analog Dog (natch!), Motive
MAKEUP: Lips: Pink Fuel; Eyes: MOCK (natch!)

PROPS:
TEMPLE: Fallen Gods: Odyssey’s Oracle (hunt gift from Fantasy Faire!)
MOON: anc Garden Lady In Moon (a gacha item)
BOOK: Pixicat: Spell Book (Light)
LETTERS: Riders: Font Set Celtic Ornate

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

Summer comes like a short dance

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Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

Summer comes like a short dance. We are the dancers.

Summer wind like a warm breath. We are the wind.

Summer sun like a hot kiss. We are the kissed.

We are.

Summer Throne.

Summer Throne.

Summer Queen.

Summer Queen.

Summer Throne, Summer Queen: there are children to be seen.

Crystal-born, in the tree: soon we shall have Sidhe babes three.

Check the red one: why so dark?

Check the red one: why so dark?

Check the red one: why so dark?

Every story has an arc.

Check a green one: long the day

Check a green one: long the day

Check a green one: long the day

When she climbs out of her stay.

And another, also green

And another, also green

And another, also green

Summer mystery unseen

Children in their crystal bowers

Children in their crystal bowers

Children in their crystal bowers

Waiting to unfold like flowers

Gwyneth, sleeping on a cloud

Gwyneth, sleeping on a cloud

Gwyneth, sleeping on a cloud:

Queen’s dreams not to speak aloud.

Later, in the throne room waiting

Later, in the throne room waiting

Later, in the throne room waiting

Alliances need creating.

Vague Doggerel Post Is Vague! Summer comes.

Style Card:
Dress: Folklorica: Valkyrie, Svava in Ocean (Available at Alchemy!)
Hair: Analog Dog (natch!) Fiona
Skin: Curio: Chantelle in Moondrop
Wings: Faeline: Moriko in Gold
Collar and Crown: Aisling: Sumiana in Spring
Footwraps: Muka: Rosa Feetwraps, Dark (At the Dark Style Fair)

Location: Wicked Wylds: Faerie

Tagging Unicorns

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The Amazing Catwoman:

The Amazing Catwoman:

You know how it goes. The Faire ends, so you’re out of work. You go back to Faerie for a couple of nights and decide you really can’t stand all the revelry, mostly because nobody ever pays any attention to you, so you put yourself back on the elf-for-hire network as “available”.

You find yourself a nice place to stay in a broken down little city.

You find yourself a nice place to stay in a broken down little city.

You find yourself a nice place to stay in a broken down little city. Luckily, the city contains (aside from Live Nudes, downstairs from where you’re staying) the only thing that makes cities worthwhile for you:

FRIED CHICKEN.

FRIED CHICKEN.

Fried chicken. It does not matter how many farms you visit, how many birds you kill in the field, there is nothing like greasy city fried chicken, and you have to go to the dingiest, ugliest, most regulation-wary (and packed!) one that you can find. This is where you will find me when I am in a city. Eating shitloads of fried chicken. After the cheap mobile phone shop, of course, and the quick Internet connection, and the brief note to the Fixer.

Fried chicken eating also requires exercise after, natch.

Fried chicken eating also requires exercise after, natch.

Fried chicken eating also requires exercise after, natch. Which is why I’m still licking my fingers, even as I’m trying to think of the right dance to do on a dock across the water from a church where they would not like my kind at all. 

But then the text comes, so you walk away.

But then the text comes, so you walk away.

But then the text comes, so you walk away.

We need you to come and tag unicorns at the Lost Unicorn Gallery, the text says. Don’t worry: we’ll provide the appropriate clothing and a spotlighter. Everybody knows you have to tag unicorns at night, right? I actually didn’t, but I made my way to the venue, anyway.

Why they always pick me for art gallery shit and foofy parties and fiction readings and lectures, I will never understand. Someone once said it was because I don’t look threatening, but it’s not like I can add a foot to my height and grow a lumberjack beard. Well, OK, I could, but I’d rather not just to get work.

Anyway, the Lost Unicorn Gallery is this posh-but-comfy art gallery that hosts some really good shows. They’re between big exhibitions now, and we’re heading in to high summer, which is the best time to catch unicorns in their natural habitat. According to the dwarf who was coordinating the tagging, the Gallery does this every year, just to make sure they know what the actual unicorn population is on the grounds. Because, well— I guess they’d hate to Lose one! See what I did there? Oh, I crack myself up.

And you’re going to crack up when you see the getup they put me in for this gig.

They dressed me up like a fantasy novel cover, and they grabbed the one tame unicorn on the grounds so I could practice tagging.

They dressed me up like a fantasy novel cover, and they grabbed the one tame unicorn on the grounds so I could practice tagging.

They dressed me up like a fantasy novel cover, and they grabbed the one tame unicorn on the grounds so I could practice tagging.

“Why this outfit?” I asked.

The dwarf smirked. “Oh, you know. The unicorns. They have to be able to….” and everybody started laughing.

“Have to be able to what?” I asked. The guy with the spotlight backed up a few paces.

“They have to be able to smell you,” he said. There was more laughter.

….oh. So that’s why I got this job.

“Fine,” I said, in a voice I thought should stifle further conversation on the matter.

“Fine,” I said, in a voice I thought should stifle further conversation on the matter (it did). “What do I do next?”

“Turn around so he can see your face and get your scent properly,” said the dwarf.

“Turn around so he can see your face and get your scent properly,” said the dwarf.

“Then, gently reach out to touch, and the tag should apply magically.”

“Then, gently reach out to touch, and the tag should apply magically.” It did.

It did, and a funny thing happened. I felt connected with the unicorn somehow, and I can tell you right now, unicorns do not like being thought of as “beasts”. I got quite a head-full about that one.

Fine, fine, we move on. This operation took the whole night.

I met a lot of unicorns.

I met a lot of unicorns.

I met a lot of unicorns, including this mother-and-daughter pair.

The kid unicorn kept asking about the metal in my concealed pocket.

The kid unicorn kept asking about the metal in my concealed pocket.

The kid unicorn kept asking about the metal in my concealed pocket. I got tired of trying to explain what a mobile phone was to him and tossed the phone to the spotlighter. Kid unicorn forgot about the mobile phone instantly and let me tag him with a touch.

I had to wade waist-deep in the river to get to know this unicorn.

I had to wade waist-deep in the river to get to know this unicorn.

I had to wade waist-deep in the river to get to know this unicorn. And let me tell you, unicorns do  have names. But you will never figure out how to pronounce them, and they slip out of your mind like my mobile phone slipped out of unicorn kid’s, earlier.

I was so excited when I found a winged horse!

I was so excited when I found a winged horse!

I was so excited when I found a winged horse! “What do I do with this one?” I asked the spotlighter.

“Just move on,” he said. “They’re quite common; not a concern for the gallery.”

Well, I’d never seen one before.

“Just let me know when he’s finished being an arse,” I said.

By this time, I was getting tired. Unicorn after unicorn, connection after connection, and then we come across this cocky little shit. “Just let me know when he’s finished being an arse,” I said. It took almost a quarter of an hour to get him to calm down and smell me and realise it was, yeah.

Fine, you smug fucks, it’s fine for a unicorn to touch me. I am touchable by unicorns. Is that what you wanted to know?

This unicorn had dozens of previous magical tags.

This unicorn had dozens of previous magical tags.

This unicorn had dozens of previous magical tags. When I asked about that, the spotlighter (the dwarf had gone home to his nice little house with his nice little family by this point) told me to brush them aside but leave them. They estimate this unicorn is the oldest one on the grounds. He wasn’t unkind, but he was more hesitant about connecting with me than some of the others.

My guess was he'd seen a lot more than he wanted to share with me.

My guess was he’d seen a lot more than he wanted to share with me.

My guess was he’d seen a lot more than he wanted to share with me. I walked away without even hearing his name, but he whispered something to me as I walked away. “Don’t forget me,” he said.

I turned back around. “How could I forget you?” I asked.

“Oh, many have. But I will leave you with the same gift I leave all of them, before they go. Here is one thing you must never forget, even if you forget me. My gift to you. Love,” he said, “is a well that does not run dry. Don’t forget.”

I didn’t understand that, but I promised not to forget.

From the oldest to the youngest, we came full circle.

From the oldest to the youngest, we came full circle.

From the oldest to the youngest, we came full circle. I thought the lights must mean it was almost dawn, but the spotlighter explained the lights in the Lost Unicorn Gallery’s grounds just do that.

“Hi, little guy,” I said. This one was only too happy to get to know me. I don’t know that he’d ever met someone he could touch before.

“You met grandfather!” he said as we had a quick nuzzle before I tagged him.

“I did, yes!” I couldn’t help being charmed by the little guy.

“Did he tell you something about love?” asked the unicorn foal.

“He did,” I replied.

“Good. You should always remember that,” replied the foal.

Great. Baby unicorns are giving me advice about love.

If he weren’t so cute, I think I probably would have hurled on the spot.

Love (love, love) Love is a well (love, love) Love is a well That does not run dry

Love (love, love)
Love is a well (love, love)
Love is a well
That does not run dry

The little guy was the last unicorn of the night. We were all exhausted by this time, and we hadn’t made it through even a third of what they suspect the population is. So I guess I’ve got a job for a few more nights, and a song running through my head as well.*

Style Card:
Skin: 7 Deadly s{K}ins: VALERIA (available NOW at the Paradise of Fantasy Fair!)
Armour: The Forge: Arcana Armour (Available at We Love Role-play!)
Clothing: OrsiniRed: Let Your Guard Down, Cobalt
Hair (city shots): Analog Dog: Petula
Hair (tagging unicorns): Truth: Rogue
Ring: Aisling: The Good Wife
Piercings: Ellabella
Ears: Mandala: Long Mandala Fantasy Elf Ears

Locations:
City: L’Arc-en-Ciel
Tagging Unicorns: Lost Unicorn Gallery

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

*Some of you who know me know that in real life, I sometimes write songs. I wrote a song with the refrain noted above today.