fae

A month had passed. Within that time, many things had happened. There was another court party that Luella had gone to and regretted as she had made a fool of herself. Meeting another swordsman who bested her with ease. Baking a cake and getting higher than Lessat at it’s peak. Beginning the...

After the Wild Hunt had raged and after Midir had left for his winter slumber, Laigin was left to the dogs. Literally and metaphorically. Hounds, both titled and not, were left to weather the depths of the cold season free of supervision. And, just as it was in the Winter Court, the infighting...

Dianthe was enjoying the time she had spent at Asemir's guest house. It was beautiful, and secluded. It was close enough for her to engage with other fae, practice how she spoke to others. Though she was demure, and had been a part of the courts before, it was still a culture shock. Millenia...

Silence. Stillness. Reprieve for one fae's ears, ears that heard too much too often. Ears that heard the whispers of ambition, the off handed remark poorly placed, the jeer of disapproval, the weight of egos upon the carpet of leaves of shifting fae politics. Ears that were finely tuned to the...

Usually shopping would cheer Casimir right up, even window shopping usually made him go straight to his happy place. This time however was much different. Cas couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in his stomach as he glumly walked down one of the busiest streets in the main city of the Autumn...

Today was a very special day in the Scarlet Hall. The house had been prepared for their special guest in the most mundane ways, but everyone was buzzing with excitement. Flowers had been brought from greenhouses in the Ixchel Wilds. Incense had been burned and the sliding walls opened to air out...

“Keep raising your sword up and you’ll keep getting kicked,” Luella growled up to her opponent, Urube, a tall and fit duanann who lately seemed always trying to spar with her for the last four months. She didn’t mind of course, more practice for when it came to her going against bigger opponents...

Vulpesen tightened his cloak around himself as he walked through the cold dark street of Caroway, a growing town in the heart of the Allir reach. While he hated the chill of the night breeze, he couldn't deny that the shadows offered him no small amount of comfort, especially given his goal. His...

Dianthe had returned to her own home after the Wild Hunt. She could have stayed at one of Asemir's guest homes, but she needed to rinse the night off her skin. Embrace the wild nature she loved once more. Midir had invited her to tour the Autumn Court, and she felt an excitement in her stomach...

Midir sunk into the armchair by the roaring fire with the sigh of a man troubled by his weary bones. It had only been a day since the Wild Hunt and the height of the Autumn Courts power and the echo of it still vibrated through his bones. There were magicks he could do, if pressed, right now...

Leogaire was a terrible place. He’d been warned, but he’d come anyway, imagining that the warnings were exaggerations and that the city must just have had poor infrastructure or a shortage of street signs. What he’d found instead was a living, shifting body of streets and biomes. He’d tried to...

Become official fodder for the army or get engaged. Those were his two choices. It was the first time in years that his father had let him choose his punishment. Growing up, Aranhil often found him choosing between lashes with a belt or the wooden sword given to him for a birthday gift. Either...

AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE IN HERE AGAIN!” Joseph blinked. Hold on a moment. He’d been sitting on a stool, bottle of whiskey in hand, mouthing off. Honestly, he got more traction in bars as a woman but he couldn’t hold the form long while he was drunk. Understandably, patrons...

Vel Anir. Not exactly a town a shapeshifter wanted to find himself in but one full of opportunity. Joseph hated this place, deeply and with a passion, but at least the whiskey was clean. He could cloak himself easily here. No one paid attention to someone his size, a fact that was once painful...

If they had seen him coming, they would have done something. That was always the idea, wasn’t it? To hide the shame of the fae courts far away from anywhere it could pop up and embarrass someone. So far, Joseph had done them a favor by staying away. He had been back home in Floiland drinking...

Vulpesen growled as he swatted at yet another insect attacking him through the underbrush. "You sure you don't know any pyromancy?" he grumbled, casting a pleading glance to his diminutive companion, Khehe. Varos' instructions had been rather clear in where he was directed to go. Near the edge...

“Dear I really don’t think this is productive..” Rosebury’s gentle words fell on deaf ears as they moved through the forests. Finding the Sluagh wouldn’t be difficult. Joseph had spent enough time with them when his wife was alive, and this was the time of year they emerged in force. To dispense...

Death was all that mattered anymore. Arguably one of the most powerful fae ever to walk Arethil sat blankly inside a bar, surrounded by a small phalanx of bottles. Whiskey, mycowine, beer, it didnt much matter as long as it kept hitting his system and keeping her from resurfacing in his...

Ceinwyn was not from the autumn court, not originally. She had been born in the Summer court, and had known sunshine, warmth, and blooming flowers for most of her life. The blooms called to her, and she to them, and it was this affinity that garnered the attention of the high fae of Autumn. To...