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The morning fog kissed the surface of the creek. The sound of birds awakening to the first light almost drowned the sound of the quietly babbling brook in front of us and the sound of our horse’s hooves as we moved through the dew-soaked leaves that lay upon the forest floor.

Couer-nuit, the black falcon that I had given to my husband on his birthday, sat hooded and calm upon his fist. My own Gyrfalcon, Minerva, was also hooded, but seemed more agitated than her mew mate. She bobbed her head and cocked it, as if straining to hear that which the hood prevented her from seeing.

I had opted to follow him through the forest this day following the disastrous mission into the Seelie Kingdom. No doubt that Sebastien knew that he had indeed earned my ire. But his observance of my subtle snubs and long silences seemed not to faze him in the least. My husband pulled up short near the creek and held up his free hand. His black gloved fingers flexed giving the signal for all quiet. All of us stood stock still. Even our horses seemed to not make another step nor sound. Something was amiss.

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In my searches, I found this fake movie trailer for Grand Theft Auto – which is a takeoff of the game. It has a great list of stars, and if it were a film, I would seriously consider going to see it! Enjoy!

Fanny / Faelyn has few illusions of romantic love. I think early on in her life she figured that love, intimacy in particular, was a means to an end. Surely she has had men whom she was involved with, but few she developed attachments to. Being either a member of various Courts, or a visitor to them, it was a good way to stay safe. Romantic love is something that always struck the other person – she could extricate herself far easier if it was the other party that had the attachment than if she was the one who was in love. To her, for the longest time, romantic love, was considered very much a weakness.
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When you post something with plant products in it, you had damned well better be putting the botanical name in there along with the ‘common name’. If you don’t I am going to call you on it, I promise! And if I have to do your resarch *for* you….I am going to respect you even less.

This is what sets the pros apart from the wannabe amateurs!

Some say that the Fae do not dream. But I assure you that we do. In fact, I have a recurring nightmare that is a reliving of something that actually happened. We were guests at the Seelie Court, and if you think that the French are pretentious asses as far as their ceremonies, their arrogance toward others, they are the most congenial beings on earth compared to the Seeile Fae.

My husband literally ate one of them.

Yes, the Prince Consort of the Fortunate Island, Monsieur le Comte de Rochefort, Sebastien – whom at that moment I was loath to admit that I even knew, let alone acknowledge as my spouse, actually ate the chief handmaiden to Queen of the Seelie Kingdoms as if he were eating Ortolan. Although, unlike the French custom of eating some hapless sparrow that had been fattened and drowned in brandy by a chef, Sebastien admitted to having strangled the poor annoying, manipulative, haughty, little shape-shifting bitch creature himself, roasting her and eating her. He then washed it all down with an entire bottle of the finest Seelie port and had the temerity to complain that it was nothing compared to any number of French wines ! Sometimes I wake up at night and can still hear the crunching of her bones amid the wails of tearful protest and shock that reverberated through the entire Seelie Kingdom. I assure you, had we not had such a specific treaty that had been drawn up between the Fortunate Island and the Seelie Kingdoms, I think that war would have been declared, or at the very least, I would have returned home a widow.

It took me years to live down that incident. Needless to say, the Prince Consort has been permanently dis-invited from ever being able to set foot into the Seelie Kingdoms ever again. Shortly after arriving home from our long diplomatic nightmare, Sebastien received letters of invitation and some of outright admiration for what he had done. Not even the Goblins, for all of their lack of manners, even by Unseelie standards, had dared to do something so incredibly heinous in the eyes of the Seelie. I think that my Unseelie kin rather looked at him as having proven himself as one of them in the ways of causing nightmares – and more than just a little bit of admiration.

Of course, he tells it a bit differently.

Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 362
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