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It was nearer to dark when I found him at last assisting in the loading of a ship. For a long time and at a distance I studied a tall muscular man, his hair and beard close cropped, peppered with gray, but looking every bit as handsome as I remembered him. Goddess! I could have fallen to my knees when he looked directly up at me! If one of the Gods had shot an arrow straight through my heart at that moment, I would have felt less. A sudden panic gripped my heart as he began coming toward me.

“Fanny?” he said softly, “What are ye doing in Barbados?” There was no fiery recognition behind his eyes, nor in his composure. There was no sign of any of the impassioned joy at laying eyes upon me again that I had hoped for or imagined. My mouth felt as stiff as planter’s cotton and as dry as the sand at low tide.
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In the years I have spent at various courts in my life, I have seen my fair share of betrayal, and to be entirely truthful, I have done a bit of my own. The one that sticks out in my mind more than any other was my betrayal of a former paramour. A’fore you think that I suffer from a guilty conscience and the voice of this man haunts me eén now, let me assure you that this is definitely not the case.
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It really all depends on when you were to ask me that particular question. Time was, I would have told you that my intimate understanding of Power is my greatest strength. I know what Power in all of its forms feels like, smells like, tastes like – and it isn’t so much that it is an obsession for me but an appreciation of it. Others would say that being half human and half Fae, I can see the sides of both worlds. From where I am standing, it isn’t always a strength to be not one or the other but both. In such a position, you are viewed as suspect, and group identities can, I have found, divide just as easily as they unite.

Upon greater reflection, perhaps my greatest strength lies in the fact that I believe. Or maybe eén there are times when I do more than just believe – I know. To Will, to Dare, to Know….to Keep Silent. All of these things make up the Wytch’s pyramid, but of the four; to Know, that one is that holds all else together. It is also in the knowing that we in essence never truly know anything at all – within the realm of the unending vastness of all of the Realms of Existence.

That and I am too damned stubborn to eér give up.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: OC/ Folklore/Mythology
Word Count: 226
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I’ve been away at Retreat. I am absolutely dead tired, and I have to be up at 5 AM. I apologize to all of you who have beeen waiting on Fanny or I to write on reps or emails, but hey…four hours sleep maximum for the last three nights in a row is just not cutting it!

See you when I am coherent and calm later on (Monday sometime)!

Fanny lets a cryptic smile come over her face

I’faith, you must think I am quite the a fool to reveal that one thing to you. *laughs softly*

It is a transgression of the laws of power that you allow all of your secrets to be known. Do you not realize that in order to have complete power over anyone, you find that vulnerability, that weakness, that one thing, to use as the perfect thumbscrew and you apply the proper pressure to it?

It has been said that “no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips, betrayal oozes out of his every pore.” Secrets are not limited to what we speak out loud, but rather in every gesture, predjudice and preference. One need only be observant in order to learn just what it is. The riches of King Solomon’s Mines are nothing by comparison to the treasure troves of weaknesses and vulnerabilities in everyone from the meanest servant and slave to the grandest of monarchs.

It was by this this alone that I was able to overthrow Morginenne, the High Lady of the Fortunate Isle and usurp her office and authority. Even though I left it by choice, my influence still holds sway there. Let them try to come and break my hold upon them, for none of them are clever enough nor in close proximity enough to find that one thing that would be my thumbscrew.

My one deep, dark secret that I wish no one to know, you ask?

Go to hell. I’ll not be telling you, either.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore & Mythology
Word Count: 271