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My exact opposite? Well, ’tis very hard to imagine, but I suppose I can.

She would be bored because she most likely would be very boring.

She would never question authority, never dare to look a King in the eye and dare to ask him questions that others are too afraid to consider.

She would know nothing of magick but instead bow her head before the Holy Mother Church and its priests and accept their judgement upon her life and value as a human being to be merely summed up by virtue of her sex. She would be rendered guilty by their version of the “original sin”. Self appreciation and knowing who she is would ne’er even enter into her mind.

She would be afraid of the uncertain, cower in the face of the unfamiliar, and do exactly as she is told. She would seek the solace of one man to take care of her and know very little if anything about how to take care of herself. She would be lame in the face of adversity and her chances of survival would be contingent upon what the people, surroundings and situations around her doled out. She would place too much trust in friends and not have the slightest inkling on how to use her enemies. She would be completely predictable and be completely unable to destroy an adversary even if the situation were to call for it.

She would not deign to consort with pirates or goblins, nor the dark Unseelie Fae, nor anyone at all slightly dangerous. For these are clearly nowhere near resembling what she herself is and so they have no value to her. She is afraid of the dark for she knows it not and sees no value in it. She would be light haired and frail, and she most definitely would neither a Wytch nor have a single drop of Scot’s or Fae blood in her veins.

Reflect on the past year in your life. Did you have children? Did you find ‘God’, forsake God? Did you marry? Break up? What was this past year like in your life?

You really do like getting into other people’s business don’t you?

Did you have children?

No, I found one that I had all but lost, however. But I do not suppose that counts.

Did you find ‘God’,

I wasn’t aware that God or Goddess was lost. That is a very odd question to be asking a Wytch!

Forsake God?

No, not really. And I am fairly certain that I wasn’t forsaken either. I give as good as I get, a’course.

Did you marry?

Don’t be absurd. I am not the kind of woman who wants to be married and chained to anyone!

Break up?

Absurdity seems to be thy middle name, Mate. What do you mean ‘break up’? Like a ship on the rocks? Not a chance, I’m not that fragile. However. If you mean relationships, I really have not entered into any such exclusive alliances that could be termed something that is capable of being “broken up”.

What was this past year like in your life?

Fanny gives a cryptic smile.

It t’was an adventure – as always. I met up with old paramours and new playmates that challenge me. I have gone off with Letters of Marque with another very good friend to raid French ships off the coast of San Domingue and Jamaica. It’s been quite the explosive year, truly.

Aye. I do.

I have a few true friends in the world, and the two that were the very closest friends that I have ever had have both been men. When my mind has turned to science or politics or even philosophy, I found that few of my own sex could be bothered with such topics, and even fewer were able to contemplate them to any depth. After five minutes of discussing fashion, marriage and babies, I find that most of them run out of anything at all interesting to say. Men do not suffer such limited scope in the types of pursuits they enjoy, and sometimes I think it shocks them to find a member of the opposite sex who can hold their own in a discussion with them over a wide range of topics.

One man, in particular, a King, in fact, has often been one of the very best friends I have ever had. But the word friend itself is something that that neither of us really happens to like very much. It has, unfortunately, been so carelessly bandied about, that it ceases to have the meaning that it once did. I think that both of us prefer to use words such as, ‘intimate’, or ‘familiar’ or even ‘ally’ when referring to the other. We often speak to each other almost as equals, if anyone could say that there is a remote possibility of either of us having a so-called equal. There is great comfort in having a relationship where neither one takes more than what is offered. Even a smile or a touch is never construed as anything other than what it is. Although I suppose that assumption on my part is perhaps quite probably exactly as he wishes it to appear. The relationship is comfortable and yet is not marred by any misguided ideas of romance. Because I am half-Fae, and Jareth is from the Underground, he feels quite familiar to me. I suppose in my being homesick for my own kind I have given him the distinction of regarding him almost as kinfolk. His greatest gift is that he understands better than most of what my motivations are and I am glad to say he does not fault me for it. He allows me to and in fact incourarges me to think, sometimes on several levels all at once. If he disagrees with my methods, then he is fearless in telling me so. This is something that I have always valued, and I would like to imagine that perhaps he values it in me as well.

Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count:354