Before we travel further into the fairy realm and discover the tremendous adventure ahead-
Chester could be described as a slender young Woodling dressed in the traditional garments of the Woodling fashions. Earth tones in high quality fabrics artfully sewn together; loose fitting leaf green pants and a custom tailored forest brown tunic that bares the proud emblem reserved for adventurers and scouts (A further description of said emblem will be given at another time). The finely crafted mole-skin satchel drapes around his neck, crosses his chest, and hangs comfortably at his side.
As Chester is a Woodling, his long and fine haired pointed brown ears are key features of his appearance. It’s common among the Woodlings to have a certain unspoken social respect for Woodlings with longer ears than “normal”- precise reasons unknown. Chester’s ears were slightly longer than normal- for what it’s worth. They allow him to hear danger at a distance and since Woodlings typically live by hiding, perhaps longer ears permit for the survival of the species; natural selection, as it were.
A Woodling’s eyes are as soft as puppy’s when it suddenly realizes it is in trouble and knows no other way to ask forgiveness than to look entirely too likeable. That is to say that a Woodling’s eyes are slightly larger than proportion calls for, yet they are glossy and admirable and not very threatening at all. Chester’s eyes are brown (as are most Woddlings’) and full of wonder and curiousness.
Talo could be described in much of the same way; his clothing nearly identical, yet there is just something that is not… perfect. In fact, Talo appears somewhat unconcerned or perhaps oblivious to the minor touches that make fashion, fashion. “Carefree” is not the word. Indifferent. That’s it. Talo is slightly shorter than Chester and indifferent.
I describe these two young Woodlings now so as to emphasize how out of place they are; how much they stand out in the company of elves and fairies. For as well dressed as Chester could be said to be, or as indifferently adorned as Talo is, the elves know no such mediocrity. Their clothing is absolutely immaculate and customized to the every inconstancy of their frames.
Their pants are stylishly trimmed, and measured to within a fraction of an inch of perfection. Their collard button-up shirts are perfectly pressed beneath V-necked vests accented by gold chained watches in the pockets of. Split tailed jackets and top hats are the clear fashion of the day, and are only out-classed by spit-polished black shoes that glisten brightly and feature square buckle tops. The color theme is leaf green and white- overly emphasized by the elves’ bright red hair and beards.
Of the fairies, one could only say that they are beauty materialized. It has been said that true beauty radiates from somewhere inside the soul of a kind being. That can be easily verified when you look upon a fairy. All of the fairies carry themselves eloquently yet some are skinny (but certainly not all), some tall and some short- all are beautiful beyond description. Adorned in soft pastel colored dresses made from fabrics unknown.
As the two Woodlings walked briskly through the Earthen Realm of the Fairies, following after the ever so forgiving and patient fairy who had just recently introduced herself as being called “Fair-May”, They marveled at the kingdom and its’ beautiful structures. Moving quickly along the intricately laid creek stone path and up a grand flared staircase that appeared meticulously assembled from various polished stones, they arrived at a palace that embodied all of the words in the category of grandeur. That is to say, it was beautiful beyond description.
Large carved wooden doors framed by the most exotic of forest woods. The building’s façade was the oily beauty of Birch bark perfectly applied and most logical. Overlaid and accenting were twisting vines and sculpted figurines that flowed into the theme of forestry and the animals that call it home. It was magnificent. All of the structures, with no exception, seemed a part of the natural world and unopposed by it.
The fairy motioned the doors open with grace absolute and made her way inside, followed by the two Woodlings in awe. The doors closed quietly and magically behind them unaided by the physical.
The room was long and narrow with all of the earthy craftsmanship as the rest of the kingdom. Even the dirt floor seemed somehow more polished than even the cleanest sandy river bottom. A magical soft glow from an omnipresent light gave the room (and the entire fairy kingdom) an opinion of no shadows.
At the end of the room floated a fairy that radiated authority and superiority like none other. She was equally as beautiful and eloquent as all fairies are, yet she was much older and refined with long gray hair in a loose braid wrapped gracefully around her like a forest vine; a crown of flower pedals atop her head. She was surrounded by clearly loyal subjects that signaled respect and reverence in their every movement and gesture.
Chester and Talo exchanged glances of nervous anticipation as they walked toward the assumed queen of the fairies, absent their guide whom vanished without notice as their Woodling eyes had strayed.
Chester’s hand patted his satchel that held the mythical stone called Fairalite as he walked cautiously closer. His heart raced, yet he felt somehow reassured that everything was as it was supposed to be. The Woodlings paused only a few steps from the Queen and glanced questioningly at each other. The queen’s eyes were closed and she seemed not to notice the two young Woodlings.
“Are we supposed to bow?” Talo mouthed the words to Chester and Chester shrugged.
As hesitant and unknowing as a child in church, the two Woodlings knelt down.
Suddenly, the Queen’s eyes opened and she spoke.
To Be Continued……………………….
Chester could be described as a slender young Woodling dressed in the traditional garments of the Woodling fashions. Earth tones in high quality fabrics artfully sewn together; loose fitting leaf green pants and a custom tailored forest brown tunic that bares the proud emblem reserved for adventurers and scouts (A further description of said emblem will be given at another time). The finely crafted mole-skin satchel drapes around his neck, crosses his chest, and hangs comfortably at his side.
As Chester is a Woodling, his long and fine haired pointed brown ears are key features of his appearance. It’s common among the Woodlings to have a certain unspoken social respect for Woodlings with longer ears than “normal”- precise reasons unknown. Chester’s ears were slightly longer than normal- for what it’s worth. They allow him to hear danger at a distance and since Woodlings typically live by hiding, perhaps longer ears permit for the survival of the species; natural selection, as it were.
A Woodling’s eyes are as soft as puppy’s when it suddenly realizes it is in trouble and knows no other way to ask forgiveness than to look entirely too likeable. That is to say that a Woodling’s eyes are slightly larger than proportion calls for, yet they are glossy and admirable and not very threatening at all. Chester’s eyes are brown (as are most Woddlings’) and full of wonder and curiousness.
Talo could be described in much of the same way; his clothing nearly identical, yet there is just something that is not… perfect. In fact, Talo appears somewhat unconcerned or perhaps oblivious to the minor touches that make fashion, fashion. “Carefree” is not the word. Indifferent. That’s it. Talo is slightly shorter than Chester and indifferent.
I describe these two young Woodlings now so as to emphasize how out of place they are; how much they stand out in the company of elves and fairies. For as well dressed as Chester could be said to be, or as indifferently adorned as Talo is, the elves know no such mediocrity. Their clothing is absolutely immaculate and customized to the every inconstancy of their frames.
Their pants are stylishly trimmed, and measured to within a fraction of an inch of perfection. Their collard button-up shirts are perfectly pressed beneath V-necked vests accented by gold chained watches in the pockets of. Split tailed jackets and top hats are the clear fashion of the day, and are only out-classed by spit-polished black shoes that glisten brightly and feature square buckle tops. The color theme is leaf green and white- overly emphasized by the elves’ bright red hair and beards.
Of the fairies, one could only say that they are beauty materialized. It has been said that true beauty radiates from somewhere inside the soul of a kind being. That can be easily verified when you look upon a fairy. All of the fairies carry themselves eloquently yet some are skinny (but certainly not all), some tall and some short- all are beautiful beyond description. Adorned in soft pastel colored dresses made from fabrics unknown.
As the two Woodlings walked briskly through the Earthen Realm of the Fairies, following after the ever so forgiving and patient fairy who had just recently introduced herself as being called “Fair-May”, They marveled at the kingdom and its’ beautiful structures. Moving quickly along the intricately laid creek stone path and up a grand flared staircase that appeared meticulously assembled from various polished stones, they arrived at a palace that embodied all of the words in the category of grandeur. That is to say, it was beautiful beyond description.
Large carved wooden doors framed by the most exotic of forest woods. The building’s façade was the oily beauty of Birch bark perfectly applied and most logical. Overlaid and accenting were twisting vines and sculpted figurines that flowed into the theme of forestry and the animals that call it home. It was magnificent. All of the structures, with no exception, seemed a part of the natural world and unopposed by it.
The fairy motioned the doors open with grace absolute and made her way inside, followed by the two Woodlings in awe. The doors closed quietly and magically behind them unaided by the physical.
The room was long and narrow with all of the earthy craftsmanship as the rest of the kingdom. Even the dirt floor seemed somehow more polished than even the cleanest sandy river bottom. A magical soft glow from an omnipresent light gave the room (and the entire fairy kingdom) an opinion of no shadows.
At the end of the room floated a fairy that radiated authority and superiority like none other. She was equally as beautiful and eloquent as all fairies are, yet she was much older and refined with long gray hair in a loose braid wrapped gracefully around her like a forest vine; a crown of flower pedals atop her head. She was surrounded by clearly loyal subjects that signaled respect and reverence in their every movement and gesture.
Chester and Talo exchanged glances of nervous anticipation as they walked toward the assumed queen of the fairies, absent their guide whom vanished without notice as their Woodling eyes had strayed.
Chester’s hand patted his satchel that held the mythical stone called Fairalite as he walked cautiously closer. His heart raced, yet he felt somehow reassured that everything was as it was supposed to be. The Woodlings paused only a few steps from the Queen and glanced questioningly at each other. The queen’s eyes were closed and she seemed not to notice the two young Woodlings.
“Are we supposed to bow?” Talo mouthed the words to Chester and Chester shrugged.
As hesitant and unknowing as a child in church, the two Woodlings knelt down.
Suddenly, the Queen’s eyes opened and she spoke.
To Be Continued……………………….