iridescent, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔—

[dawnlings]

ALLIE FLEUR has been in Eden Ros for ALL HER LIFE, and is from EDEN ROS. She is 24 and works at THE WANDERING THISTLE as a GROUNDSKEEPER/STAFF. Rumor has it, she's a FAE associated with THE DAWN COURT. She is HOPEFUL and GENTLE, but also NAIVE and CLUMSY.

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tw - descriptions of child abuse- physical, emotional, neglect + substance use/misuse

         BORN TO THE DAWN, TAKEN TO THE WILD. it takes four years before a mother's love runs out. some strange, sick infant that glows rose pink as her cheeks puff out, squeezing around her finger. tiny, and sweet ... but needy. too much, too fast, all at once. at least, this is the story that allie knows the one that ends like a fairytale, with a baby bundled up on a doorstep, welcomed into the warm, open door of someone else's home- their arms. saving her.

but, before that, there's time for memories to be stolen from her, taking the years with them. allie doesn't remember the theft of a mother, taking a knife to her back and cutting her wings off, only resulting in the terrified, exhausted screams of a little girl. she doesn't remember the fear of a love that might never come, a mother who might never return. she doesn't remember the hunger, the pain, the worry. an ache balmed over by magic, to be forgotten like a bad dream.

         AND WHEN ALLIE OPENS HER EYES, IT'S TO THE SUN. her mother left her on the doorstep of a wildling family- the kanes. then, allie has a family. everything that she's ever wanted, one that looks after her, and that she has to learn to let them. allie even has a sister, her very best friend in the entire world. allie would scrape her knees a hundred, thousand times for her, she thinks. no matter how different they are, allie believes they're exactly the same. but their world is perfect, and lovely, and allie knows that she'd never, ever have to- until they're no longer 4, and 6, but 10, and 12, and juniper is torn away from her, the wings carved from her back. just like allie, who had been born with a set of scars where her wings should've been.

         as a day fae, raised by wildlings, allie has never felt like she belonged- and there was no confusing how different she was from the fae she grew up with. plants and animals don't come as easy to her as they do to her wildling sister, but allie takes to them well enough. as far as she's concerned, she is a wildling, just one born wrong, and useless. allie never learns the fae abilities of her birthright, her heart is in the world of the living, instead of the light.

         but with juniper, goes her heart. and allie spends an awful amount of time looking for it, running away from granny and gramps into whatever jumps out, bright and shiny. a good lot of it is trouble for a lost little fae girl, but anything's better than being alone. other people are her favorite kind of trouble, but when she's not with them, she pretends to be a wild thing, no matter how she sticks out from each and every one of them- bird-like and glowing.

          allie doesn't ever wish for another life, away from the wild, dancing in the dawn court, instead. she doesn't ... until after her sister goes away. it's hard to think of it without saying that she was stolen. the little girl inside allie thinks she is angry, she thinks she is seething over the sister that was snatched from her hands. two criminals- the horror of violence, and their own family. sisters can write, but across the ocean is too far to swim, and allie's never been brave enough to try it. not without juniper. all she can do is wonder, and wait. and hope. OH, SHE CAN HOPE.

         before she can think about the court of dawn, she loses her grandmother in the softness of winter turning to spring, settling over the world like a blanket. in return, though, she gets her sister back. juniper comes home at the news that allie sent through a letter that her hands shook to write. how do you even tell someone something like that, so far away? that someone they love very much is so very sick? allie feels the hole where their grandmother should be, no matter what, but she can't help the relief that at least her death hadn't been savage- not like juniper's could've been. allie doesn't think her heart could take it.

         when juniper comes back, it's the best birthday gift that she could've ever gotten. a wish come true, whispered into the yellow-sun-center of daisies, and sung to the bumblebees. they all had brought her home to her. with the family business in her trusted hands, allie realizes that there is another choice. after so long worrying about juniper, and missing her, it's like she hasn't thought of herself, once. she just couldn't, but now ... a day fae can choose to return to the court, can't she? and, anyhow, the dawn court can't be all that bad. what's the worst that can happen? anything's better than being alone.

fun hc time-! allie likes experimenting with her glamour to see which fae features she can reveal/partially reveal w/o freaking people out. she's playing with her unnaturally light eyes and turning spots of her skin + hair pink like they're eyeshadow. she pinkie swears with all sincerity to behave around humans ... probably.

even without wildling abilities- and w/o day fae abilities -, allie takes her gardening very seriously, and each plant is precious to her, regardless of it's in her garden, or the earth's. and even if she cannot communicate with animals, she still adores them and considers every one a friend.

  FULL NAME    valentine (fleur).

  NICKNAME(S)    allie. 

  DATE OF BIRTH    march 20th, 2002.

  AGE    24.

  ZODIAC SIGN    aries sun, cancer rising, aquarius moon. / pisces.

  GENDER IDENTITY    cis-female, she/her pronouns.

  ORIENTATION    bisexual, biromantic.

  SPECIES    day fae. (half, technically, from her mother's side. human father)

  OCCUPATION    staff and groundskeeper at her sister's bed and breakfast- the wandering thistle.

  SPOKEN LANGUAGES    english, fae.

  DIETARY    vegetarian.

  BIRTHPLACE + CURRENT RESIDENCE    eden ros, scotland.

  FAMILY    biologically- her mother, olette, who abandoned her on the kane's doorstep at 4 years old.

however, allie's chosen/adoptive/found family includes juniper kane, her sister by all but blood. allie has a now strained relationship with juniper's parents, as a result of them running away with her best friend, and hiding her. allie adored their grandparents before they passed away, and is ultimately closer to them, than mom and dad. but, most of all, allie adores her sister.

  PETS    their childhood doggie, nettle. anddd she considers sage the raccoon a very dear friend, not a pet.

  RELATIONSHIP STATUS    single.

  FINANCIAL STATUS    lower - middle class.

  CRIMINAL RECORD    clean.

  VICES    lust ( + wanderlust) blinding optimism + naiviety to a point where it can become ignorance, and drinking, smoking, indulging in party drugs ... etc she's a girl that likes a buzz, likes a high. anything to escape the horrors.

  DIAGNOSES    nothing formally diagnosed, but i am all knowing so this is what she has and what i have written her with the ideas of :) autism spectrum diagnosis, generalized anxiety disorder, and probably something to do with substance abuse, because she uses a variety of them to distract herself very frequently, but it’s not at a point where it’s conflicting with her relationships, or she has a very clear ‘addiction’ to it. expanded on here.

  ALIGNMENT    neutral good.

  LIKES    flowers, peaceful places, loved ones, animals, nature, magic, warmth, kindness, love, comfort, parties, things her friends like, feeling loved/cared for, affection, weird sweaters, mini skirts, parties, glitter, drugs, alcohol.

  DISLIKES    hunters.

  POSITIVE TRAITS    kind, caring, loyal, affectionate, charismatic, gentle, hopeful, optimistic, enthusiastic.

  NEUTRAL TRAITS    bubbly, talkative, ditzy, people-pleasing, curious.

  NEGATIVE TRAITS    gullible, insecure, oblivious, see-through, clingy, naive, dependent on others, lonely, avoidant.

  MBTI    esfp.

  ENNEAGRAM    she had really close scores for types 2 (the helper), 7 (the enthusiast) and 9 (the peacemaker).

  HOBBIES    gardening, cooking, baking, crafting, party-hopping/clubbing, sewing, adventures of all shapes and sizes- she's curious!

  PHOBIAS      drowning, disappointing her loved ones, being boring, being cruel and harming someone else, being abandoned, firearms.

  THREAT LEVEL    very low, allie doesn't know how to defend herself and typically has no interest in learning. allie believes the best in everyone, and thinks she could convince even the most violent of assailants to lay down their weapons by explaining herself and being kind and submitting.

  STRENGTHS/ABILITIES    glamours, and healing.

  WEAKNESSES    everything. she cannot fight, she will not try :( best she can do is fawn or flee. her heart is brave and strong but everything else is pretty weak.

  FACECLAIM    kristine froseth. visual details + first impressions expanded on here.

[wickedxhell]

He knew exactly what she was talking about, he'd seen outrageous colours of flowers in dreams he visited, Oneiroi eyes rolled "Dreams should stay dreams..." it was more under his breath, he knew he shouldn't have said it a loud, would she recognise him due to that? He didn't want her to think he was some kind of oddity just because he had visited her dreams serval time. He was genuinely here for the flowers and running into her is a coincidence. "I find that there is a lot we don't understand."

She was right he did like the sound of the Queen of the night. A cactus was low maintenance, he would have to collect the petals in the morning but that was a mute point due to the fact that he has to go to her bedside every morning anyhow "Your are right, I do like the sound of that. Do they have any here? I might have to ask for it to be ordered in..."

[dawnlings]

         Dreams should stay dreams. The flowers drift from her mind, he comes back into focus. " Really? " For a moment, she only stops, and thinks. To her dreams don't feel that separated from reality. Not that they're one in the same, but interwoven. He's right, because Allie doesn't understand him, either. How wonderful, she thinks, that people can be so complex to get to know. She remembers the itchy sense of deja vu crawling across her skin, leaving butterfly kisses of doubt in its wake. But when she looks at his face, all she thinks is that it's pretty, not anyone solid enough to name, or remember. Maybe, in a dream ...

         " No, no- Not here, I'll get you one. " Waving her hand around, it flutters in front of her before settling back down at her side. While flowering, the cactus doesn't quite fit in amongst the other blossoms, though that's what makes it so special. He seems, to her, rare enough to befit that sort of thing. " Is it for you, the flower? " A pause. " Cactus. It's a cactus. "

[the-shield-and-sword]

What trouble Allie found herself in it wasn't one that Thalorien had to escort her way from. Though if he had to deal with two grandchildren of Isla causing a ruckus for the chamber he might have lost his hair long ago. His one eye apprising Allie he couldn't help but see the resemblance to his ex lover. It was an odd sensation and not one he was comfortable with.

Thalorien wasn't going to take no for an answer "I'm not sweet, its a trade and my company isn't a fair trade. And besides it a bonfire you need a drink in hand."

He belly laughed at her instance of how much of the fruit she offered he should eat. He knew better then to refuse anyone of Isla blood. "Your just like her... feeding others." he took a small handful of the fruit and started to parodically pop them in his mouth.

[dawnlings]

         " You are. " She insists. Allie happens to think it's very sweet to protect people, even if, here, he's just trading fair. Sweet and right, because she cracks open the can as soon as she gets it, if only to pop the tab off immediately afterwards. For some reason, she thought she might give it to Thalorien, though she hesitates, remembering he might try to trade with her again. She drops it in her purse.

         Her now empty hands fold in her lap, chasing the warmth of her palms. He leaves her a little slack-jawed, bambi-eyed. " Oh ... right. You're- Right, Okay ... Thank you, that's really nice of you. " She clears her throat, tucking hair behind her ear that might've fallen loose- or, rather, fallen loose further by her efforts. " I'm sorry, I ... I forgot that you knew her, I think. " It's also only been three months, Allie. Did you forget about her? Maybe she should be a little sadder.

         She remembers the drink. " D'you think I could pour it into a raspberry without spilling? "

[wickedxhell]

Oneiroi did not then just amusing her, he was listening, bending down half way at the hips to check exactly what she meant about the difference between the loving hands of a professional. “Why would you dye a flower? They already come in colour.” Surly their natural colour was best? It seemed a waste to dye a flower in his opinion. It seemed as though she had passion for this knowledge and he would never stop someone when they expressed themself so vibrantly.

“My favourite if I could have any flower? Well I haven’t seen one that thrives with minimal light. That one would be my favourite.” Just for the sure fact that he could keep it alive for longer and not have to replace it all the time.

[dawnlings]

         She smiles, softly, knowing she's in kindred company. " That how I feel, but ... it's not just enough for some people, I think. They want their flowers the color of tv screens. So they sell them painted, or stained ... " Allie frowns, a downturn of her lips that's more of a pout. She shakes her head. " I'm just always so nervous it'll make the flowers sick. I don't understand it, but ... I don't understand, like, a lot of things. "

         The fairy girl watches him bend, observing the flowers, listening. It means more to Allie than she thought it would, though the strange familiarity of him gnaws at her ... like she'd seen him once in a dream. Entirely imaginative, and far too sensitive, she's eager to draw a connection, somewhere. Winding a strand of golden hair around her finger, he's said another thing that she can't help but chatter away in response to. " Peace lillies, maybe ... African violets, wax begonias ... bleeding heart's do well in the shade, but they're more outside flowers. " Her smile brightens, a bit, gazing into the flowers sunny faces as she muses on. " I think you'd like Queen of the Night- it's a cactus that blooms in the night, the flower wilts before dawn. "

[sailermoon]

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

[vidya-telluraves]

Sensing duties aside, Buttercup was still plenty excited to see Allie. Tail wagging, she greeted the girl with a good snuffle of her hands and a few licks.

Vidya hugged Allie back - another unfamiliar thing that she had adapted to. "Oh, thanks," she replied, giving her a squeeze. "I guess it's good that it's most of my wardrobe then!" As they pulled back, she re-secured her grip on Buttercup's leash. "How have you been? It's been a bit. How's the Inn?"

It was still... a challenge, in her mind, to reconcile "high-school friend" Allie with "verified fae" Allie, but she just couldn't bring herself to let it change things. She didn't have many friends to begin with, but Allie was also someone that was just so easy to get along with, with a shared love for plants and things. And she was equally sure that Allie was the polar opposite of the threat - her warm, trusting nature was thoroughly genuine.

[dawnlings]

         Sweet girl, Buttercup. Allie thinks they get along so well because they're both named after flowers. She giggles into her ear, squeezing her arms around her before letting go, leaving Vidya back to her and Buttercup's personal space with the warm fondness of a friend who's happy to be let in. Even a little bit. " Duh, it's your color! " Her grin turns a touch more playful. " We just might need to share, but that's kinda' our thing, so, y'know ... "

         Allie's already seen flowers, though, now she wonders if there's any stalls here for gardening beyond fresh-cut florals. Something they might enjoy, together. " Busy! Kinda', anyways. It was Juniper's birthday today- Oh! She's here today, we should say hi! Have you met her, since she's come back home? " Allie's eyes wander, searching for the memory as if it would bubble up in front of her, or somehow above both of their heads. She's onto the next topic before long. " Anyways, what about you? How's the greenhouse? You never told me how those baby tomatoes ended up ... but you, too. I wanna' know about you. " Please say good news about Dad. Please say that Vidya found her dad. Please, Please, Please.

[the-shield-and-sword]

Thalorien was still out when the bonfire started. Ready to party the night away. But he needs to pace himself it wasn’t like he was one hundred anyone more. He needed to pace himself if he was going to survive the revelry. But thanks for queues to the bar being unbelievably long he had made sure to buy a couple can of larger. The security of can made him feel safer.

He knew he had sat next to one of Isla grandchildren. He couldn’t remember her name, at least he knew it wasn’t the troublemaker Juniper. Turning his head fully so he could see her with his own eye he took her up on the offer “thank you, I only have a tinny to trade with though.” And he wanted to not take advantage of her kindness.

[dawnlings]

         Allie may not be troublemaker Juniper, but she is every bit her sister, only stirring up different kinds of trouble. She always wonders what sorts of things Juniper got up to on the other side of the world, if Mom and Dad were as ... relaxed as Grannie and Grandpa were. Though, to be fair to them, Allie probably wore them out. Warmed by the fire, it's easier for nostalgia to find her, distracted from by the curiosity of someone sitting beside her.

         She holds out her hand. " No, come on, please? You're too sweet. I'll trade you for your company, how about that? I don't need any- ... " Oh, well, it's a bonfire- it only makes sense if she's drinking. She accepts, then, gently. A soft Thank you.

         " You better eat, like, loads of them, then. " She's very serious about this, there's nothing more serious than kindness, and being fair. " Like, enough to fill up an entire can of raspberries, I think. "

[wickedxhell]

Oneiroi never intentionally tried to play on the fears of others; the information he gained in the dreams of others wasn't to be used against them but to understand them, so he could be a better voice for the Dusk Court. Even glamoured, his true form absorbed the light around them. It wasn't conducive for flowers to thrive around him, nor at his mother's bedside. But depsite that fact, he wanted to bring some back for her.

"That they are..." If he had to pick his favourite from those before him, it would be peony; there was something about how fragile it looked that drew him to it. "You can?" They looked just as good as wild ones to him, but he didn't spend much time looking at flowers to know the difference.

[dawnlings]

         This is her element, she's glad he's humoring her. Allie nods, letting her fingers intertwine behind her back as she talks, softly, letting it fall onto the breeze and make it's way back to whoever's listening. Perhaps a dark shadow, instead of the man next to her. " Mhm, the stems are stronger, there's no weak spots where someone held them too rough, or tight. " The peonies are smiling up at them, wild and perfect. In this moment, so is Allie. " There's more of them, too. Like, not just how many- what kind. The color's truer, too, and there's no, like ... bleeding from the dye. Like, when it runs? "

         Her smile is soft, now, melted down by talks of blooms and blossoms, the green foliage surrounding them as the sun warms their bright faces. " Do you have a favorite? I can't ever pick, it just doesn't feel fair. I love them all. "

[fangs-and-fortune]

You seem important. Everyone’s looking at you like you are. She was perceptive enough, at least. And with flowers and a delivery that was hopefully not terrible, the girl was doing a lot of work to get on her good side. She’d think it was deliberate, if she hadn’t also looked so absolutely clueless. “Yes, that’s me.”

Isla Kane, that wildling fae who was constantly attempting to force her way into chamber meetings, pushing some agenda or another without much real support. She didn’t know much for the why on the wildlings not having a seat in the Chamber, something happening in the fae courts that she had no true insight on, but the Kane woman was a constant reminder of the exclusion. 

She had no idea why she might have left her something. A political move? Some last little bit of sentimentality for someone who had done nothing to earn it? 

“Isla Kane... we never spoke much, but I’m sorry to hear she’s passed.” She placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, guiding her over to one of the couches in the lobby, somewhere a little more private. “Then you must be.... the younger of her granddaughters? What is your name?” 

[dawnlings]

         Allie breathes a sigh of relief that struggles to get out, half strangled in a throat that isn't so willing to relax, yet. " Oh, yay. " It's a flat little sound that she can't quite get to sound any more enthusiastic, but she means it to be, handing over the roses and the little velvet bag to Chiara. " I guessed. The roses, I mean. But I think they fit in, it is really beautiful, here. It's just ... " None of this feels like my Grannie at all. I miss her. She'd have the right answer. " ... a surprise, I guess.

         With no reason to refuse her, Allie's easily goaded into the lobby couch. She's appreciative of the guiding hand, actually, even more of a fish out of water than the ones in that great big tank, over there. Allie feels a little bad for them. Chiara's hotel is lovely, but she can't imagine what it must be like to be stuck behind a glass, watching a world, helplessly, that you can't understand- living only a fraction of the life that you were meant to. A frown finds her mouth, settling atop plush pink petals that had been a smile only moments before.

         Though, her head turns back towards the sound of Chiara's voice, too strong to ignore. She bites back the It's okay. that threatens to slip from her mouth. The fairy girl nods, " I'm Allie. Juniper's my sister, she's older. "

         " Um, I'm sorry, I- I know that you didn't ... talk to her much, but, did you- ? ... How did you know her?" She does know about the council, but only from Grannie's side.

[moss-ontherocks]

There were so many things for Star to smell at this market, Morgan had to practically ping-pong between booths to keep up with the cavalier spaniel. Of course, she should probably not be encouraging so much meandering underfoot, but with the pace Charlie was keeping, they were doing just fine. "Getting their steps in," Morgan would say. If anyone asked.

"Oh, hi! Allie, great to see you," she smiled as Star sharply veered in the opposite direction Morgan turned to greet the girl. She recognized Allie from occasional stops at the bar, mostly to chat with Kevin. Often just passing like two ships in the night, but she was always talkative and friendly. "Kev's around somewhere too, but I told him he didn't have to stick with us all day. I've introduced you to Charlie, right?"

Morgan looked at where her daughter was gently touching altar cloths at a tarot and psychic readings booth. "[Careful,]" Morgan warned. Charlie rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Cookies sound delicious, actually."

She knelt down to scoop up Star so she'd stop scuttling all over the place. The dog whined a little, but quieted down when she saw (and smelled) the treats. "So," Morgan turned to Allie as her eyes swept the labels of the types of cookies, "How has your day been so far?"

[dawnlings]

         " I think so, yeah. " And, if not, they'd work it out later. Charlie seems very busy with her camera and the tarot table. Allie forgets to whom she'd been introduced to, and who she's heard about through charming stories from Kevin, about his little sister. Still, somehow, Charlie's not the smallest member of their family.

         Star's fast- Allie giggles as she scurries away from them, excited and eager to find everything there is to be found. A shooting star, and Morgan who soon scoops her up into her arms, safe and sound. Then, her gaze aligns back with the labeled treats. Right, cookies. There's a mandatory hourly sweet treat rule at these events ... and Allie hasn't been counting, so she's probably due one right about now. Keeping track of time has never been her strong-suit, Allie would rather go to the woods.

         " Oh, it's been wonderful- the market's, like, so fun. " They've got a cookie with rainbow sprinkles and glitter that calls to Allie immediately, some fun, floral, summer flavor that only fancy cookie places have. " It's my sister's birthday, though. Like, the first one we've been able to celebrate together for, like ... a while. We're taking turns at the Thistle, 'cause she's awesome like that. I covered breakfast, she'll be there later so I can stay out for bonfire time. " Rosie's is probably definitely closed today, then.

         " What about you? " Maybe not as magical as a sister's birthday, but family makes every day just as enchanting, she thinks. " I'm gonna' get a cookie with birthday vibes, I think. What cookie feels like your day? "

[elysiankerr]

Another Humble Bumbler came to relieve Elyse of closing duty for the booth. They needed to inventory out anyways, leaving the artist to her own devices for the bonfire house of the solstice. Strange to watch the sun set on the horizon, knowing she was no longer the same person -- or even type of person -- as she was the last time this celestial celebration took place. Fuck. If she scratched hard enough, would the layers of lies finally start to peel?

A cold plunge in the ocean would have to suffice for now. She'd missed the morning dip preparing for the market. Fewer people, smartly so, were jumping from the cliff over Bonny Bay at this hour. Dark was dangerous, harder to see the rocks and all. But if everything those fucked up faeries had said was true, wasn't the night her time anyhow? Elyse was always accustomed to late hour binges, whether painting or overseeing the naughty nights at Stinger. Maybe throwing herself from the cliff in the dark, into the churning waters, would break the seal.

But it didn't. She was just wet and cold now, maybe a little more awake than she had been. Elyse hauled herself up onto the sands and trudged towards the bonfire, hoping it would offer some succor. She wasn't expecting someone to offer her fruit, but she caught sight of the face and her breath hitched a moment. The young woman cursed under her breath and then took a berry. "These from the market? These look less dodgy than some of the ones I've picked up at Tesco lately," she said, trying to play casual.

[dawnlings]

         It takes Allie's eyes a moment to adjust to the dark shape of Elyse, when she approaches. She thinks she sees the whites surrounding her deep irises, before she sees them, wet hair dangling across her features and hiding her friend's face from her. Oh, never mind. Allie smiles at the sight of her, even happier to see her take a berry. " Oh, my gosh- did you go swimming? " She giggles, sliding her arms out of her little pink cardigan that she can't help but offer, same as the berries, hoping Elyse will deal for their company. Allie doesn't wait, draping it over her shoulders. It feels a little silly, but so does Allie.

         They are from the market, Allie lets the juice of one flood her tongue as she bites down. " Mhm! But- wait, remind me, I'll get you some from home. Ours are better. " She feels bad for the poor little Tesco berries, even if they are dodgy. " Well, ours are sweeter, anyway. A little brighter, too. "

         Thing is, there's something lingering here. Something different, than it had been before. It's not Allie that's changed- her heart a little lighter with someone by her side -it's Elyse. It feels like a terrible secret to admit that Allie knows, or at least that she might know half of what's going on, here. She'd been frozen, and quiet, letting Elyse's terror fill the ears of anyone listening, instead. The fairy girl couldn't have helped her, then. There's no promises that she could help her, now. Before Allie can bring it up- the blue of her eyes snap, instead, to the necklace hanging on Elyse's throat. " Hey, it's all dark, now, your necklace. Earlier, it was all pretty pink. "

[dawnlings]

who; open ! ♡ where; Eden Ros Annual Solstice Jubilee : Bonfire.

         Now that the sun's stopped teasing all of them from beyond the clouds, fully tucked away to bed for the night, Allie couldn't be more grateful for the sweater she'd thrown on earlier in the day. The bonfire keeps her warm enough, and the sound of people chattering around her, friendly, and inviting. This is her favorite part of Eden Ros, she thinks, absorbing it as she sits here, quietly. But, maybe, Allie's only kept that way by the sweet carton of berries she produces from her little wicker purse, tied with a bow.

         Someone sits down near her, and Allie can't help but greet them with a smile, and a held out offering of the fruit. " Want some? I don't mind sharing. "

[dawnlings]

who; @moss-ontherocks . ♡ where; Eden Ros Annual Solstice Jubilee : Market .

         A girl and her camera with that red blinking light that says recording- a focused squint of her eyes as she hones in on the glittering booth- draped with whimsical fabrics ... and a little face that she thinks she recognizes. Kind of like some distant Instagram familiarity, though Allie realizes who exactly she is once she spots the first glimpse of her mother, and furry little sister. Charlie, Star, and Morgan- Kevin's family. Allie beams.

         Naturally, Morgan is not far behind Charlie, and she's who Allie greets first- of course, after smiling warmly at Charlie, with a playful wiggle of her fingers. " Oh, hi, Morgan! That's right, Kevin said you'd be here. " Her gaze wanders back to the booth ahead of them, peddling some certainly witchy wares that entice curiosity near and far, but especially Charlie's. Allie happens to think that little girls can't help but chase even the notion of magic- she knows she never could. All children, really. For Allie, she thinks it's why they're easier to talk to, she can understand their hope.

         Next to the witchy booth- cookies. She turns back to Morgan, " Do you want a cookie? I want a cookie. Let's go get cookies. " An invitation, furthered by an excited point of Allie's finger to the jar of bone-shaped treats sitting on the cookie table. " And, look, cookies for Star! "

[fangs-and-fortune]

“A delivery?” Chiara asked, cocking her head slightly, as if a shift in angle might reveal some hidden layer to the girl in front of her. It was always a migraine-inducing endeavor to try to focus through a fae’s glamour, but she still found herself attempting it. 

“For me?” It occurred to her, in that moment, that it would be ridiculously easy to trojan horse this whole establishment. She did so enjoy having new things, and it was rare for her to get a gift so horrible it was an insult. Even then, it usually served its purpose in being heavy enough that getting hurled at the giver’s head sent a clear enough message. “Your grandmother? And who would that be?”  

She wracked her mind for any older fae she might know. The runes didn’t tell her what kind of fae the girl was, which made it more difficult. The wildling woman who had been bothering the Chamber since even before her own birth had grandchildren, didn’t she? 

[dawnlings]

         " Well, I ... I think it's a present. Like, a nice one. " It had felt pretty, and heavy in Allie's hands has she'd felt the red velvet bag around in her hands- careful. It's strange, how such a big place can feel so delicate. Or, maybe, Allie's the small frail thing, about to be crushed by that huge chandelier. Though, she can't imagine what she has to be afraid of, only that anxiety buzzes underneath her skin, anyways.

         She hasn't done anything wrong yet, she thinks. Maybe, she hadn’t done anything right, either. Allie wouldn’t know- she doesn’t know anything about this, and she can’t stop wishing that she did. It’s pointless, which is why she’s brought to roses. Classically beautiful, intertwined with the innocence of baby’s breath that’s sweet white color is stark against the dark hue of the petals. Like a stained pair of lips. Flowers, she knows. “ It’s for Chiara Rose, ” She corrects, gently. “ Are you, her? You seem important. Everyone’s looking at you like you are. ”

         Allie blinks, then- “ Oh! Right. Isla Kane, that’s my grandmother. ” It wouldn’t have helped her to know what kind of fae Allie is, as Grannie sent her misfit, misplaced granddaughter, instead of the right one. Allie’s heart mourns her absence, bleeding out through every pores where her body can’t contain all that she feels. She wears it, easily, on her skin. She’s never asked Grannie the right questions that might help her know what to do, next. “ But, um, she sent me, ‘cause she’s kinda’ … ” Dead.

[trinkets-and-laurels]

Aldora couldn’t help the small smile that bloomed on her lips as a familiar petite silhouette moved into her peripheral vision while she finished restocking a table near the back of her tent. Most of the customers so far that day had gravitated toward the jewelry or the eclectic selection of vintage clothing. Allie—as usual, Aldora noted with fond amusement—drifted immediately to the array of glass and ceramic figurines and knickknacks on display.

Her hands paused in the middle of clasping a necklace onto a neck form, and for a moment she simply watched as the fae’s eyes traced over the seams where Aldora had painstakingly repaired the broken ceramic, shard by shard. It hadn’t been a perfect repair, but it gave the little statue more character. The fact that Allie had become so fixated on it that she had forgotten her manners this time made a small, almost smug sense of pride rise in Aldora’s chest.

“Well, hello to you too,” she chuckled.

Truly, a kindred spirit in that regard.

“You seem quite taken with that one, my dear,” she began with a playful tilt of her head, finishing clasping the necklace onto the display. “Not even a full minute after entering my tent, and it would seem you’ve already made a new friend. I believe that may be a record.”

She crossed over to the display Allie was standing by, leaning one hip gently against the shelf and letting one hand come to rest atop the other.

“How are you enjoying the festivities?”

[dawnlings]

         It isn't the loud kind, but Allie can't help but notice the relief seeping into her bones when she realizes Aldora wasn't at all cross with her. She melts down to molten gold, soft to the touch. She'd always thought manners were the kind of thing that mattered to vampires, though she can't exactly recall why she'd thought that. Oh, well. Aldora's soft smile is all that matters to Allie, in this moment. The gentleness of her amusement.

         She grabs hold of the other end of the string of Aldora's curiosity and pulls. " Did you put it back together again? Did the horse fall or ... get knocked over? I'm clumsy, too, maybe that's why I'm drawn to it. " Remembering this, Allie takes a small step away from the table of treasure, terrified to break anything. She's also not immune to the siren call of delicate vintage fabric, whispering to her between the rack of clothes. It may be a record, but not original. " I always seem to find something, though. It never takes me very long, 'cause you've got such an eye. " Especially for things Allie likes, but Aldora has a talent for collecting that's beyond her understanding. " You've even got two eyes. "

         With Aldora closer, she forgets about the dresses on the other side of the tent. Hello, she thinks. " They're fun, " She says, breezily. " The market's so cool, it's, like, something right out of a storybook. I love people all together, like this. It makes me so happy. " Then, she frowns. " But, you're ... stuck in here, aren't you? "

[leather-and-grease]

“Eh, eight or nine years, right? Almost nine, at least. Time’s flying.” He shrugged, unable to keep himself from matching her infectious enthusiasm. “Yeah, I went in. It’s not too bad, but if you can’t swim, that’s probably for the best. I think everyone came out of the drink a little bit frozen.”

“How are things at the Thistle? I thought I saw Juniper out on the water earlier, but I didn’t get to stop and chat for long.” That, and he didn’t want to approach people he knew who thought of the diner as a neutral place with his tattoos on display, but had neglected to buy a swimshirt in time to actually cover them for the dip. He’d already paid the price for that with the woman he’d bumped into on the shore earlier, and he was pretty sure he’d gotten off easily. At least a random encounter with a hunter-hating stranger wasn’t going to throw a wrench into the effort he’d put into making the diner an actually neutral place for supernatural customers. 

[dawnlings]

         It's hard to imagine Lucas frozen as he wears this warm smile. It is for the best that she hadn't gone, and, furthermore, Allie has no desire to. The fairy girl waves her hand, " And, anyways, I had to cover breakfast, it worked out better that way. " ... So Juniper could go, which is his next topic, too. Funny how that works, Allie thinks birthdays are a magical thing.

         " Mhm, she came back. A birthday present, all for me! " She thinks this idea is a sweeter truth than reality, where another member of their family has died or otherwise gone away. " We're busy, but me and Juniper are taking turns, so it's all good. I'm more excited for the bonfire, anyways. " She's always gravitated towards heat. " But this is really cool, too. I bet you're, like, famous around here. Oh! I kept meaning to ask you- Do you have a little baby diner booth around here? Angel could wear a little apron, she'd be the best helper ... " It doesn't quite occur to Allie that if he had a stall, or a tent, or a booth, he wouldn't be here, wandering around with her. Though, she also starts to wonder why Lucas hadn't had time to talk to Juniper. Sometimes, her curiosity weaves into little unimportant holes, like this.

[aboywithacane]

Who: @dawnlings Where: Bheagain Beach Festival Market

Despite having lived in Eden Ros for about a year now, this was the first time he was attending the solstice festival. It didn't seem too different than the beach festivals that would take place in the summers in Santa Cruz, with families and crowds milling about to enjoy the weather and browse the items that were set out for sale.

"Thanks," Kevin told the man as he handed over two cups filled to the brim of some sort of lemonade, iced tea, raspberry syrup combination. The head of his cane was balanced loosely over his right wrist and he carefully handed off one of the cups to his companion before juggling the other one, his cane, and the leash that looped around Saturn's neck. It was always took an extra second when he only had one hand, but eventually, they were moving towards one of the open tables scattered about the festival.

"There's so much to see, I feel like even if I walked around the whole time, I still wouldn't be able to see anything," Kevin mentioned in awe as he shook his drink to mix all the components, letting out a groan as he he got off his feet. It didn't take long for Saturn to lay down on the ground next to him, calmly watching the people around them. "Is the Wandering Thistle packed with people coming in for the festival?"

[dawnlings]

         She accepts the sunset colored cup with a bright smile and a Thank you!, though Kevin starts walking away before Allie can take the other cup or Saturn’s leash. The fairy girl's smile drops; she is not happy about this, pouting all the way to the table as Kevin walks with an urgency of someone craving relief. Like Juniper, she wishes he’d just let her help- that’s what Allie’s here for. That’s what friends are for.

         Just like her sister, Kevin's presence has always brought her a sense of grounding peace, as deep and stable as the earth is. Nearly unshakeable, and silent when displaced. Allie never stops craving his company, and she's so glad to be here. " Isn't that, like, the best? " She sighs, dreamily. " Did California have stuff like this, too? Bigger, right? And hotter? " A rough topic, for Allie. She misses the sun.

         Allie smiles warmly at Saturn- oh, how lucky she is to meet so many beautiful dogs, today. She nods, winding a strand of blonde hair around her finger. " Well ... maybe, like, not quite packed ... but we're busy-ish! I've just got the best sister in the world- we did swap-sies. I took breakfast the morning, and she's heading in early so I can stay for the bonfire. "