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Beginner’s Course: Lottie and Troy

She sat on the wall, waiting for the her new underling to arrive. There wasn't much light from the quarter moon, but it was crisp and bright. Around her the forest sang with night life; tree frogs, crickets, a fox chirping to its young. It was a charming wood, if nothing else could be said for it; rumors around the town were it was a dangerous place. She smirked, knowing that she would have a hand in making those rumors come true sooner or later. 

The tiny town had shifted, the heat front finally gone. Hard to say why, but She had her informants and they said there was a new Fae in town: a creature of snow and death. She hadn’t encountered the being yet, nor was she curious enough to go looking. Winter Fae, while once a tribute to her own court, She found to be rather dull. Once and a while one might prove her wrong, but she wasn’t obliged to give them a chance. 

She could hear light footsteps coming through the woods. Probably Troy, doubtful to be a Human. Two legs, not a wolf; she was too far inland for any senseable Merfolk to venture. Her gut wasn’t telling her to flea, so probably not a Vampire. 

“Not over or under, but in-between, is where ye find the blessed and the unblessed seen. Hailse, Troy.”

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Outfit

She strolled through town, unfazed by the heat. Summer was working early this year; she wondered if Troy had anything to do with it. A Summer Fae in town might very well spike the temperature a bit. Judging by this heat, winter would be awful this year. Lovely to not be involved in that sort of tug-o-war. 

What to do, what to do? The curse of small towns. Despite a wanting inclination towards city life, she couldn’t bare the suffocating steel and iron of every major city. Dublin and Glasgow were so much nicer when everything was wood, brick, and mortar; Boston, New York, Saint Louis. At one time they were perfect. Now they were just steal death traps that made her skin itch. 

No, the fate of Human kind had left her to linger in small villages and towns. Not entirely awful, they were breeding grounds of mischief and strife. Entertainment was never short. 

She stopped on a corner, waiting for the light to change. A cafe was across the street to the right, and some other little shops. What to do, what to do?

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New in town

Outfit

She’d heard rumors about the little town. Walking around now it seemed they were true. She could smell the Others, even passed a few as she moved along the pier. It was a charming place; more importantly, less iron than some of the larger cities that had risen in the past centuries. Next to the sea, it would all rust anyways.

It was bonnie. She wondered which court held sway in the area, and who’d she’d have to sweet talk to get out of paying the tithe. Not that it could be so grand: the Summer court was gentle, and the Winter court was soft. She wondered if she should be so hard, really; times had changed for everyone. Gone were the days when even the Faerie courts demanded Mortal souls for tribute. Did she miss it? Her own cotillion at court had called for a tithe-ing, and it was quite a party Her Grace threw her and the other young ladies. 

Perhaps it was for the best that the Courts no longer collected Human souls. The majority of these modern Humans were, in her own opinion, fat and daft. Few believed in Faeries and magic any more. Their logic compromised their instincts. They are not Pixie-lead any more, they’re simply kidnapped and presumed murdered. The least these simple creatures could do was keep the poetry of it all. 

She was pulled out of her musing by a splash in the water. She raised her brow curiously, watching the creature dive out of view. Mermaids? This place really had everything. Of course, if a clan made its home here, no doubt there’d be vampires. Fashious. But, with those ever hungry things about, there certainly would be some bonnie chaos in the air. Maybe she would hang around. What better did she have to do anyways?