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Merryweather Valor. 18. Fairy Godmother in Training.

[magicmerryweather]

Have you heard? || BPoS || Swynlake Port || Marieweather

marie-a-fflam-bonfamille​:

Merryweather had been Marie’s maid for half a decade now, and Marie was quite convinced that they knew each other well. Or, at least, Merryweather knew her. And it was proven by the suggestion she made now, as Marie pressed one hand to her stomacher and used the other to keep fanning herself, watching the crowds of people go past. Going down to the water was just what she needed, in fact. Shopping, in all these crowds, had been rather a terrible idea.

“Let’s head towards the cove.” She agreed, taking a deep breath and setting her shoulders back, holding her chin up a little higher. Correcting her posture was her go-to when she was upset, when she felt out of control. It helped to ground her, and it helped her now to push through the crowds and break away from the business of the Port, walking through the dunes and down to the shoreline.

Marie took a long, deep breath of the salty sea air, and felt herself relax a little. Looking at the ships off in the horizon didn’t help, particularly, but the sound of the waves against the sand and the steady line of the horizon made her feel at least somewhat at peace. “It’s so much more peaceful down here,” She admitted to Merryweather with a small, grateful smile. “And so much cooler, too. I thought I was about to collapse back there.”

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This was Merryweather’s favorite place on the island. Because it was proof, at least, that this tiny island she had been stuck on was not the only place in the world. The ships came and went and Merryweather thought about running away and boarding one. But she knew she couldn’t do that. It was impulsive and silly, and Merryweather could put herself in serious danger. And she couldn’t leave Marie behind. What would Marie do without me?, Merryweather thought.

“I could tell,” Merryweather replied knowingly, looking out at the horizon. She prided herself on being good at her job, even if she found it tedious at times. “You don’t want to overexert yourself, you know? You’re already under enough stress. I’m sure if there’s anything you need I can send some of the other staff to go get it for you. Have you heard anything from John?”

[magicmerryweather]

Have you heard? || BPoS || Swynlake Port || Marieweather

marie-a-fflam-bonfamille​:

Usually Marie wouldn’t have hesitated to duck inside the confectioner’s shop and help herself to a selection of candied fruits, sugared almonds and a variety of different bon bons, but she turned away from the window with a sigh. Instead of entering she stepped away, producing her fan and proceeding to air herself with it, though it was in itself more a distraction than anything else. She had gotten used to the close, humid air of the Port quite some time ago.

“I don’t know what I want.” She lamented, perhaps just a tad dramatic as she stepped out of the way of the door to the shop. There were a few more she could visit — the perfumier, the dressmaker, perhaps even the bookseller, but she found, now that she was here, that none of them held any appeal. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go?” She asked, in that way that she had of making Merryweather seem like a friend, despite the fact that he was staff, first and foremost. “I’ve dragged you all this way.”

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If it had been three or four years ago, Merryweather would have politely deferred to Marie. Even to this day, she made sure she did what she was supposed to and let Marie lead the way with things. But if she was asking... well, maybe this was an opportunity.

“Why don’t we go down to the water? I’m sure that will be good for you, the sea air and the view. Unless you think seeing the ships will be too much, of course,” Merryweather suggested, trying to sound sensitive. This was much more about herself and her desire to get caught up on what was going on out on the high seas,  but maybe there was a way to make it seem like it was for Marie. "I just think it’s far too hot and sticky here. We’ll stay away from the shipyards, of course. I’m talking about the nice areas, by the sea wall.”

[marie-a-bonfamille]

Have you heard? || BPoS || Swynlake Port || Marieweather

@magicmerryweather​

Marie had slept poorly the night after her husband’s ship had left, and not just because of the heat. She had tossed and turned all night, worried about her brothers, captured by barbarians, and worried about her husband, being so actively involved with them, fighting so openly against them. What would she do if something were to happy to her family, to any of them, to all of them?

There was only one thing to keep her occupied in these difficult times — she was going shopping.

Which, of course, meant Merryweather was coming shopping as well. Marie needed her opinion, and she needed her to keep her right and to carry her things, obviously.

Marie wasn’t sure whether it was the worry in the pit of her stomach that made her feel queasy as they walked through the Port, or just the early morning sun. She did her best to put on a brave face, directing a smile at anyone who turned to stare or to whisper as she and Merryweather passed. “Is it just my imagination, or does the Port seem even busier than usual?” She asked the other girl, her attention distracted by a display of sweets in a shop window.

[magicmerryweather]

Merryweather could tell Marie was in a mood, after spending every day with her for the past five years, and truthfully, she was in a mood herself. The Pirate King competition was beginning, but Merryweather hadn’t heard anything more about it. She wanted to be useful, but how could she be when she was stuck here on land and any kind of communication was risky? Merryweather wanted to go down to the docks to see if she could spot anyone she knew from back home, but Marie wanted to go shopping. And so Merryweather begrudgingly agreed. What else was she supposed to do?

“It’s not just your imagination,” Merryweather agreed, looking around. She thought about bringing up what she had heard about this competition, but then she wasn’t sure if that would look suspicious. “Did you want to go in there? Not a bad idea. We’ve all had a difficult few days.” Of course, no one had been as worried as Marie, but Merryweather wanted an excuse to buy herself some sweets as well. She deserved it, for all this frustration. 

[magicmerryweather]

“The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I’m gonna be your number one I'm not the kind-a girl who gives up just like that, oh no.” [x]

NAME: Merryweather Valor AFFILIATION: The fairies WEAPON OF CHOICE: Wand  OCCUPATION: Attendant for Marie Bonfamille/spy MAGIC STATUS: Fairy

Merryweather Valor always knew that she would leave Pixie Hollow behind and go live with a Mundus family to be a fairy godmother for a lucky child, but she didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. In that time, it was common for young godmother-talents to align themselves with powerful Mundus families in an attempt to use that influence to protect the fairy’s home Hollow. This usually didn’t happen until the young fairy godmother had completed her trainig.

However, when Merryweather’s Hollow was destroyed and the Queen sought revenge out on the seas, the Fairy Godmother sent Merryweather immediately to the Bonfamille family where she would have a job and a place to live. As the fairy godmother and personal servant of the family’s youngest daughter, Merryweather was tasked with joining an effort to repair the relationship between fairies and the Mundus world. 

Merryweather didn’t exactly want to do that, even if her mentor told her to. She still harbored resentment toward Mundus and wanted to run away to board Queen Clarion’s Revenge, but she hasn’t quite built up the courage yet. That’s what she tells herself, anyway. Truthfully, Merryweather does like her life as a fairy godmother and has a soft spot for Marie. She reconciles her reluctancy to follow through with her plan by telling herself she’s spying. Gathering information. So far, Marie hasn’t said anything Merryweather thinks could be useful, but with the Pirate King competition ramping up and Marie’s recent marriage to a man in the navy, Merryweather hopes that she can help Queen Clarion’s Revenge secure the prize.

[magicmerryweather]

Lightbulb Moment | Atweather

the-princess-atta​:

It’s my job, after all, so of course I’ll get used to it.

Atta was still picking through the box, looking for the filament, and so Merryweather wouldn’t notice her smile. She thought to herself– oh, that’s exactly how I feel. 

Felt. 

Some days had been much better than others. The times when she was apprentice-age were the most beautiful and exhilarating in her memory. She hadn’t felt as…unusual– because all the pixies from her placement class were apprenticed, learning their proper trade, much like Atta had been since she was five. Her coronation was still four, then three, then two winters away. And so it was alright that she made mistakes and in herself she only saw room for improvement. Her flaws could be polished. It was only in the last year or so where the pressure began to bear down and she realized… 

How could she ever be ready? How could she ever carry an entire Hollow in her hands? 

Merryweather seemed much more confident though. Growing pains in any talent was normal, besides. “Hm?” she said when she realized Merry asked her a question. “Oh–oh! Yes, I do. I’m ehm, still finding my way around of course.” She turned around apologetically. “Which is to say that I’m not quite finding the part I need for this. If you want, I can always bring it back to Fairy Godmother myself if you don’t want to wait. I wouldn’t want to keep you from any of your other errands.” 

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Merryweather looked around the workshop. As much as she had dreaded this part of the errand, she had surprised herself by how well she had gotten along with one of the fairies. Who would have thought, she wondered to herself. Me, a Fairy Godmother, making nice with a Tinker fairy! Maybe she was getting better at this. Maybe she was a natural!

Still, the offer was tempting. Merryweather didn’t really want to spend any more time here than she had to. But would Fairy Godmother be annoyed to see her apprentice return empty-handed? It wasn’t like Merryweather had any other errands to run, after all. Except for stopping by that smoothie place, of course.

“Oh, well, I don’t really-- I mean, sure. Yes. I don’t want to just stand here and distract you from your work,” Merryweather said, stumbling over her words a bit until she found the right ones that sounded professional. “By the way, would you mind pointing me in the direction of that smoothie place? I’m still getting the hang of things around here.”

[magicmerryweather]

Join the Club | Open

frostskader​:

“There’s Blue Oven Bakery, it’s owned by a half fairy but that’s about it for fairy owned in the town.” Which wasn’t a bad thing, it was a small town, Peri was just surprised there were so many of them that lived in town, it made her feel better.

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“Well, that sounds lovely,” Merryweather replied, still an edge of annoyance in her voice. A bakery did sound lovely to her, though, and much more appropriate for having a good reputation with the community. That was the place that should be called Pixies, Merryweather thought. Even if it was a half-fairy who owned it... strange. She had never met a half-fairy before. “Is the owner a baking-talent?”

[cozycapybara]

fellas...is it gay to raise a child together in a remote woodland cottage while hiding your magic powers?

in other words my self-isolated brain has been wondering how the fairies from sleeping beauty would have looked if the movie had taken place when it came out.

[magicmerryweather]

Join the Club | Open

tough-girl-spinelli​:

Spinelli listened as the girl finished her tirade, smiling a little. She remembered that feeling all too well. Though she’d only been 8 years old at the time, she remembered thinking that the town was just too strange, especially for someone as thoroughly non magical as she was.

“Nah,” she shook her head, her smile turning wry. “Well, not usually. I mean, I’ve snuck in a few times over the years with my friends,” she shrugged, “But I just turned 18 a few months ago and somehow the draw disappeared once it was allowed.” She laughed. 

“Did you say you’re looking for a community center? I don’t know about that, but I can show you where city hall is if you want. They might be able to help you.”

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Merryweather nodded, remembering that the drinking age here in the UK was eighteen. Huh. So theoretically, if she wanted to, Merryweather could go to this Pixies bar. Not that she wanted to. That would be so embarrassing, and who knew what could happen to her apprenticeship? 

At least this girl was helpful. It was strange, that Merryweather was supposed to be the one helping people, but she did need the people in this town to show her where to go. At least it didn’t seem like a very big town, so it wouldn’t take too long to learn everything.

“I was just exploring. I thought if there was a pixie community center, I should check it out. But I’ve already been to town hall-- that’s where I got this,” Merryweather explained, holding up the map she had been looking at. “Where do you like to hang out, then? You’re right, the whole bar thing is very overrated.”

[magicmerryweather]

Too Many Books | Open

Sora: wait! you didn't tell me your name new friend!

Sora: unless you don't wanna (⌣_⌣”)

Sora: these? hmm i just sorta use different keys and stuff. sometimes i paste things in. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Sora: Why? Do you like them? They're cute aren't they? （⌒▽⌒）

Merryweather: Oops🤭This is Merryweather Valor✨💙

Merryweather: They are cute they look like little birds🦜

[magicmerryweather]

Too Many Books | Open

Sora: it isn't! sorry!! (o´д｀)o

Sora: a fairy GODMOTHER? those are REAL? woooooooow

Sora: thats so COOL!!!! o((*^▽^*))o

Sora: this is Sora Hamasaki (＾▽＾)

Sora: nice to meet you!!

Merryweather: Yes💙

Merryweather: Well, in training

Merryweather: How do you do those little faces?🤔👀

[magicmerryweather]

Lightbulb Moment | Atweather

the-princess-atta​:

Atta expected the sympathy. Some from her Hollow found it horrible to bear, as though the apologies from their fellow pixies somehow asked something from them. She understood that reaction, but she didn’t share it. Perhaps it was simply because she’d been trained in accepting apologies and thanks in equal measure. For many– not just pixies, but clumsies too– it didn’t come as easily, especially when it came to tragedies that could not be described. Sorry fell so short, but it was the best that pixies could do. Atta understood.

So she smiled at Merryweather and nodded. “Thank you. It’s been difficult, but Enchantra has been a safe place to land. We’re taking our time adjusting, but soon I suspect we’ll feel right at home.”

She turned her attention back to her lightbulb. Hm. The wires and filaments all looked in place to her, which probably just meant it had burned itself out. She’d just have to replace the filaments, then? Did they have that part here? 

“I imagine you’re adjusting too, hm?” Atta commented as she fluttered over to the scrap box and started to sort through it. “It’s funny, I think I’ve been doing the opposite of you– going into town as opposed to staying in the Hollow. It’s just. For me, I think it’s helping me understand this Hollow better, since the clumsies are so close.” 

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Merryweather had never really spent much time with tinker fairies before, but it surprised her how friendly and easy-to-talk-to Atta was, given that Merryweather knew she could definitely work on being more sympathetic to people. She had always thought tinker-fairies were more interested in gadgets than people.

 Maybe Fairy Godmother was right and Merryweather did have a talent-snobbery problem. Or maybe the Orkney Hollow was just an exceptionally friendly place. Either way, Merryweather was surprised.

“Well, that is what I’m supposed to be doing. Spending more time in the town. Getting to know the clumsies. But I really do need a break from that now and then. They’re exhausting,” Merryweather complained, then realized that probably made her look like a bad trainee. Speaking badly about the clumsies. “But I’m getting used to it. It’s my job, after all, so of course I’ll get used to it. You like it here in the workshops, after all, right?”

[magicmerryweather]

Too Many Books | Open

Marlin: Me. Twenty-two years ago talking to my art talent sister and light talent brother

Marlin: my other brother and I are healing talents ☹️

Marlin: the amount of STUDYING

Merryweather: Oh hello Marlin👋🏽

Merryweather: Wrong number of course, didn’t mean to complain to you😂😂

Merryweather: I didn’t know healing-talents would have so much studying to do🤔

[magicmerryweather]

Too Many Books | Open

Sora: Water talent? ∑（｡･Д･｡）???

Sora: what's a water talent? No wait Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Sora: what have you been reading?

Sora: what's all that about? Are you becoming a super cool doctor or something? (*^▽^*)

Merryweather: Oh this isn't Wisteria😯

Merryweather: This must be that text-scramble magic I've heard about🤔

Merryweather: Anyway, no, I'm a fairy godmother💙. In training. Who is this, btw?

[magicmerryweather]

Objection, Your Honor! *** [Open Texts]

Belle: The town randomly sends text messages.

Belle: And, also, I appreciate the fairy perspective on many things, but I am not, in fact, a fairy. And those cultural expectations do not apply to me. I'd never expect Queen Clarion to conform to my culture if the roles were reversed.

Merryweather: Oh I see. I thought this was a me-specific accident

Merryweather: Part of my talent is that I appear to people in need. I thought this was some kind of technological magic📲✨ That you might be in need of some help from a Fairy Godmother💙

Merryweather: In case you did want my advice, this doesn't sound like the best apprentice/mentor match. You might want to work for someone you get along with🤔

[magicmerryweather]

Too Many Books | Open

Merryweather: WISTERIA😡😡😡

Merryweather: Today I spent THREE HOURS reading for my apprenticeship!📕📗📘

Merryweather: That is too much reading!

Merryweather: There is no way you water-talents🌊 have to do so much reading. It's unfair!😠

[magicmerryweather]

Objection, Your Honor! *** [Open Texts]

Belle [deleted]: BITCH.

Belle: I don't think it's really your place to say much of anything at all, is it?

Merryweather: You texted me🤳🏽

Merryweather: I don’t even know who you are, but you reached out and I thought you would appreciate the fairy perspective🧚🏽‍♀️✨

[magicmerryweather]

Objection, Your Honor! *** [Open Texts]

Belle: Well, first of all: my singular opinion does not reflect the entirety of Swynlake.

Belle: Secondly, I respect Queen Clarion as long as she's respecting /my/ choices about what I do with my body.

Merryweather: Hmmm🤔

Merryweather: I do have sympathy for you but

Merryweather: Respect is a two way street. That’s all I’ll say🤐