#feywildevent

[quinnmitchellfey-blog]

where: luna park, near cyclone when: july 27th, 8:30 PM who: open!!

Quinn couldn’t remember exactly who had told them about the festival -- Forest? Or maybe Brielle? -- but either way, it seemed like the perfect way to finally have some fun, and get some shots. Between the midway lights and all the eclectic faces, Quinn and their camera were having a ball. They were currently standing just under the Cyclone, snapping high-speed pictures of all the terrified and elated expressions of those on the ride. Turning to someone standing near, Quinn grinned and nodded to the rollercoaster’s tracks. “Think you’re gonna try your luck?”

[unseeliequeenlacha]

where: luna park when: july 27, late evening who: @camelliafairchild​

A total lunar eclipse, and nearly in apogee. It made Lacha restless to say the least. It was an uncertain time after all and lunar eclipse just spelled trouble. Danger was always around the corner when you were the Queen of a Court, but gaps in the veil, ley lines prickling with extra power... It was always dangerous dealing. But, her daughter was going to a Summer Festival, as were quite a few other fey it seemed, and Lacha had been cooped away for some time that week.

Luna Park was a whirl of color and rust, sea salt hanging in the air and garish paint just covering up decay. Lacha loved it. Everything about it felt sharp and shot through with rotten citrus, chemical sugar. A smile spanned her face as she watched the many families, groups of teenagers, couples, teem around the park. “You’re right, a thaisce,” Lacha said, looking askance to her daughter. “This is fun.” Fun wasn’t a priority for Lacha and soon enough it wouldn’t be one for Camellia either. And while she would have to train that desire out of her daughter, one day, tonight they both could bask in it.

Brushing a few strands of hair that had tumbled from her bun out of her face, Lacha looked to Camellia. “Now, I know you’re going off to abandon your old mother before too long,” she teased, “but what would you like to do first? I seem to remember a certain little girl’s taste for cotton candy. Or perhaps you’d like to try your luck against me at one of those charming games?”

[zinniathelostgirl]

when: march 15, 6 pm where: elevator who: @iambecomcdeath

Zinnia couldn’t stop staring at the floor numbers as they flashed her descent. From the second that Rowan had stepped into the small space, her heart had begun to beat rapidly. The faster she could get out of here, the better. Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a halt and the interior went nearly pitch black. “What just happened?!?”

[unseeliequeenlacha]

where: Lacha’s apartment when: july 28th, 3 AM who: @iambecomcdeath

It wasn’t uncommon for Lacha to find herself awake in the smallest hours. She found her sleep came in short bursts and that she did some of her best work when the moon was in the sky. However, she was a little wary of this moon in particular. Blood, it was, and a lunar eclipse so near to the apogee... It seemed that Lacha’s concern earlier in the evening had been right-footed. A murder...

It wasn’t that Lacha had reveled in the fact that it was a Seelie fey who went down in February. Any death of their kind was a tragedy, of course. But now that it was an Unseelie, a member of her Court... Well, she just had a keener sense of what Adare had been feeling those months ago.

And so, vibrating with the need to do something, Lacha had summoned Rowan to her. They needed next steps and a plan. They needed to know what to do about this and how they could get in front of it. Lacha would have to talk to Adare tomorrow -- this was bigger than any single Court -- and she didn’t want to go in empty-handed.

[zinniathelostgirl]

                                                  [ zinnia’s wardrobe || i m b o l c ]

[unseeliequeenlacha]

when: july 28th, afternoon where: lacha’s office, the rookery who: @galefairbank​

In the end, Lacha’s frigid tone and steel-lined look had done enough to ensure that the fey tasked with bringing Gale to her door wouldn’t carry a knowing sort of look with them. The Queen wanted to speak with her Collector and if they’d like to make some assumption from that they could certainly try doing it to her face. There were bigger things at hand, it seemed, than Court gossip over fatherhood and heirs.

She spared a moment to rub at the crease at the middle of her brow. Fey dead, glamours gone down, and some sort of evil rock and grass that harmed especially their kind. Lacha wasn’t sure which was the biggest worry, at present. Which would be the harder solve, the more dangerous toward her Court. The body of the Fey weighed heavily on her mind and she was certainly concerned about the glamour, but what sent the intimate finger of fear running over her scalp and spine was the rocks. Those were of a magic made from chaos, the natural world’s doing, it seemed.

For once, Lacha was happy for the interruption that came, knock at the door. “Come in,” she called, not rising from the chair at her desk. Gale.

[zinniathelostgirl]

When: 7 pm on Imbolc Where: Capitale Who: OPEN

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to dance with me?”