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The Fae Child- Silence It took a long time to get anywhere. Serena was apparently not used to walking so far, although they were quite near her village. Eventually Chase tired of the slow pace and had his friend hang back next to her. He offered Serena a hand.
She looked suspicious. "I'm not riding on the same horse as you."
"Kirin," Chase corrected as the subject snorted inginantly. "Not a horse. Horses are stupid. See, you have offended my friend."
Serena rolled her eyes. "So you can understand this... kirin, you called it?"
Chase looked at her for a moment. What a strange question. Wasn't it obvious? He muttered to himself in the Fae language, Humans truly are stupid.
The human scowled at him. "What are you saying? I can't understand you."
"I will get off," he said, "and walk in front. You can ride until you see the smoke from your village. Then you will get off and go the rest of the way by yourself." The sun
Porcupine CoatOnce upon a time,
not so long ago,
I had a special coat.
The inside was warm and comforting,
and the outside
with porcupine quills.
It was so easy.
To defend myself
from anything at all,
I just pulled on my porcupine coat.
Anyone who came close
went away hurt.
I didn't care because
my coat protected me.
I wore it so often
that I forgot to ever take it off.
I lived in my coat
for so long
that over time
I forgot what it was like without it.
I forgot why I wore it.
So I let my porcupine coat
fall from my shoulders
and I left it there on the ground.
I was lighter, more free.
My coat had restricted me for so long.
I no longer felt its weight and
I no longer had its protection.
the way things do,
I now wish desperately
for my porcupine coat.
I walk back to where I left it,
and I pick it up and dust it off.
The spines prick my fingers.
It has grown as I have.
It is sharper,
I hated it so much that
I never realized how I missed it.
The Fae Child- Curious Creatures The next day, Chase went with his kirin friend to check the traps. He found two rabbits in human snares. The first one, a young hare, was still alive. He calmed it down as he cut it free with a knife the blue Fae had traded from the dwarves. The second rabbit was already dead. He brought it back to the Fae, along with three hares from Fae traps. The Fae used traps that only sprang if the rabbits were large enough to eat. He hated when he found small animals dead in human traps. Why kill something they couldn't eat? It was just horrible.
As he was gathering berries in the forest, a Will-O-Wisp appeared and called to him. He looked up and asked, What is it?
The Will-O-Wisp bobbed away. He got to his feet and followed it, the kirin close behind.
Before he ever saw the source, Chase began to hear a strange noise. It reminded him of once when he'd gotten something the Fae called 'hiccups'- only this sound was somehow... sadder. He brok
The Fae Child- Time passes In the Fae wood there is no way to count the days or years, and so the child grew in ignorance of his true age.
Outside, however, time passed much more quickly than it did in the Fae wood. A hundred years went by in the time the child learned to speak the Fae language. Another hundred passed as he learned to hunt from the backs of kirin- the deer with one antler each and scales like dragons'- and to make trousers and boots from animal skins. In total, three hundred years had passed before a human village sprang up on the edge of the Fae wood. He knew nothing of the time which passed outside the wood.
The Fae were troubled. Would the humans come into our forest? Would they crash around as they did so long ago?
The blue Fae turned to look at Chase. The boy sat near the bonfire, helping the purple and green Fae gut fish. Sensing the blue Fae's gaze, he looked up and asked, What is wrong?
There are humans near the wood, t
The Fae Child- Decisions How surprised were the Fae Folk when the human was still there in the morning! They inspected this queer child with some hints of curiosity.
When he woke, he found three faces hovering over him. There was a green one, and a blue one, and a white one. All of them blinked.
The boy let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet. The Fae stepped back to allow him room to stand. He stared around him in awe.
The invisible people from last night were solid and very real come daybreak. They had not payed him any attention earlier; humans didn't remain in the woods for long, one way or the other. But to find him still in the same spot in the morning... this was unknown even to them.
Finally the child composed himself enough to ask the blue one, "Who are you?"
The blue one said something in a strange, flowing language.
"I can't understand you," the boy said.
The Fae looked trou
The Fae Child- Fae Fire The birds were singing, and the sunlight shone through the leafy branches. That was all Chase could remember of his time in the Fae woods alone.
Of course he could remember the Will-O'-Wisps, the whispering blue lights that led him across the wood to the Fae. But by the time he saw them, he was no longer alone. He was being watched- regarded and considered by the people whose woods he was intruding into. They were trying to decide what to do about this human trespasser.
Drive it out, one suggested.
Let the beasts take it, proposed another.
Turn it mad, advised yet another.
No, decided a fourth. It comes alone, you see? It carries no weapons. It must not mean us any harm. Let it stay.
Why? The rest wanted to know.
The Fae did not reply, for it was not sure. Chase didn't learn of this until much later.
At that time, for a lonely child wandering the woods by himsel
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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