#frean

[xishu-azwane]

A look at all of my (current) Chiss characters (minus one because I still have to figure out his design)

I have a problem.

[rinah-creates]

Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt! For some reason, of all the places they could have taken this one (Ryn before leaving the Temple? Anyone going to Fae?), my characters decided this was the best option *rolls eyes*.

Title: Invisible

Prompt: FFF38: Forbidden Knowledge

WC: 345

The children were settled on the sofa, watching a film. Frean lapped up every second of it, enjoying himself immensely, while Ti watched the boy more than she watched the screen. She knew the plot, but his reactions were priceless. So far, he had thrown popcorn at the screen, yelled for five minutes about how “That’s not how magic works!” and concluded that the writer had wasted the time he had spent in Fae. The curly haired man in the movie vanished into apparently thin air. Frean frowned in frustration.

“How did he do that one?”

“Magic.” Ti answered in a disinterested tone. “I wish I could be invisible sometimes...” she sighed.

“I can teach you,” Frean offered, not even bothering to turn to face her. “If you really want to.”

“Yes please!”

Frean reached for the remote and paused the movie.

“Wait, what, you’re going to teach me now?” Ti asked in disbelief.

“Yes. Listen well child, for I am about to impart with you the forbidden knowledge of the Fae!” He began in a ceremonial tone, words resounding like a gong in Ti's stomach. “Close your eyes.”

She did.

“Can you see me?”

“No?” she wanted to speak more, but he interrupted.

“To be invisible is to be not seen. There are many ways you can make yourself unseen. You could suck all light out of the room you are in. But that is to manipulate light. No, what you need is to be able to see, while the others do not. If those around you keep their eyes shut, they cannot see.”

“Well duh,” Ti snorted, “but how do I make them keep their eyes shut? Is there some kind of... spell? incantation? Is there a trick to do that?”

“I don’t know... superglue?” His face was a mask of impassibility and his voice the epitome of innocence.

Ti knew that face well. She had heard that voice before. She didn’t even grace him with a look. She only sighed, rolled her eyes and reached for the remote to resume the film.

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[rinah-creates]

Happy Meet & Greet Monday! For Frean: do you remember the first time you interacted with a human? Are there any prejudice against them in the fae community?

Hello and happy MaGM! Thank you for the ask, this is a fun one ^^

Frean: the first time I came across a "human"... a mortal as we call them. Let me see... I think it was sometime during what you count as the 19th century? Possibly. I had been in this world once before, about 100 years before, but I was accompanied and not allowed to interact with the mortals, just observe them. I digress. 19th century, Scottish Highlands, near Loch Ness. She was young, still a child even by mortal accounts. I like the lake. I had come to sit next to it, enjoy the sun, the birds, the quiet, to keep the water horse company... She saw me. She came to me without fear, a strange girl to speak to a strange boy in the wilderness. She sat with me. She gave me her name, she gave me power, a gift given without motive and without expecting anything in return. I guard her name still, even though I know she is long dead. I keep her in my heart. She was kind and gentle and sweet. She offered me food. An apple we shared. Yet another gift. In return I told her stories, stories of the lake, stories of the stones, stories of the water horse who lived and lives still under the surface, then I told her stories of Fae, of the court, of us... She listened. She drank in my every word. She laughed and cried and asked to meet the water horse. She named him, gave him the gift of his own name. I keep that name as well, for it is not mine to give. But when I go to the lake, I call his name softly and he comes. We share the memory of the girl. It is the only time I speak her name, for his ears alone, a secret we share...

[Ooc: he took a break here, staring into middle distance]

I was to return at sundown. I did not dare disobey. So I returned to Fae and I vowed by all the salt in my bones I will not forget her. I kept her image in my mind as I keep her name, but as the days go by I see her less and less clearly: were her eyes blue or green or grey, was her hair tied or loose? I remember her now more as a feeling and a name than as a picture.

[Ooc: he stopped again, I had to remind him to talk about prejudices as well]

Yes, yes. Prejudices. I was taught that mortals are cruel and they will try to trick you into owing them something. If they do, you are obligated by honour to pay that debt, but you can't always do that. So you end up serving them in the account of that debt. So instead you must be the one to have the upper hand, make them owe you something instead. Take no food, for a gift of food cannot be repayed by a gift of food. They refuse to eat what we offer them.

I was taught that mortals are primitive, that they live in cages they build for each other, that they eat in the same place they shit, that they fight and squabble over ridiculous things, that they desecrate our places.

All this is prejudice. Humans think we are out to trick them, to get their names and make them our slaves. They think we offer food to make them ours or to make them owe us something. And maybe humans were primitive once. But they grew. The "cages" they live in are called houses and they build them and live in them to protect themselves against the rain and the heat and the freezing cold. They cannot be friends with the weather, nor do they have calm clear nights, just warm enough to sleep under the stars. Not all the time anyway. They were dirty for a while in the past, but they have moved on. They fight, yes, wars more deadly than any the Fae have ever had, but we have the upper hand when it comes to petty squabbles. They keep some of our places. Loch Ness is ours by right and they keep it as it is. Others they destroy because they do not know that they are ours. Or they no longer believe we exist. Stories of changelings have long since vanished into the depths of time, yet they are as true as they have always been. [Ooc: That's enough on that topic, Frean!] Yes, the humans are imperfect. But so are we.

[eshidu]

holy snaapa i’m dsos drunk@!but today was a good daty!

O HOPE EVERYONE IS HAPPY ! FRIENDS ARE THE BEST THGINS EVER!

i’VE HAD TOO MICH TO DRINK, but you kno whast? I”M happy because I have friends who love me <3 

thank you@@!!

[melchapaniagua]

Frean en el baño de nenas conmigo *fotocortada*

[jakeykitty]

Sawyer x Stella or Freja x Ian

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Spanish is so pretty *frolics*