anarchist_queen: (Ron)
Ron and his mother really had only the barest notions of where their human ancestry hailed from. For this reason, Ron's journey of self discovery was rather general. Her parents were American, that was all she knew. Where they had come from before then, she'd never really cared.

"If I had to guess," she'd told him, "Not America." She also hadn't known anything about Earth geography.

In his time out here he had met several people with varying complexions that led him to believe that perhaps his human family hailed from India, or one of the African Nations. Or the Caribbean.

"Jesus was a pirate, who sailed the seven seas, Jesus was a pirate..."

In the meantime he'd secured a spot on the boardwalk for the nightly festival and was quite enjoying regaling people with both obscure (or not so obscure) human music, and famous Elven songs.

"He didn't rob or pillage, he didn't rape or steal, his ways were never violent. Instead he performed miracles, the blind and sick were healed, Jesus was a pirate."

The sunsets down here were beautiful, and he liked how they framed him when he performed.

"Woah!" the crowd gasped as there was a green flash on the horizon, just as the sun sank beneath it.

Ron started. He had not done that. The hell?

He honestly wasn't sure whether he heard the music or saw the pirate ship first.

"Oh no way!"
anarchist_queen: (mab)
Something was stalking the streets of Soho after the sun went down. No one had seen anything, no one who lived to tell about it at any rate. But the rumors were flying, and none of them were pleasant. Bodies turning up completely drained of blood were apt to cause such things.

Then one night someone came staggering in to Castle Pup. No one recognized her, and it was some time before they could get anything concrete out of her. She had been attacked, that much was certain. She bore the marks of a chain, and boots.

St. Jimmy immediately sent Turf with Scotty and Prodigal to get medical help (no one went out after dark alone these days), while Surf did what she could to comfort the girls' spirit.

Finally the girl, who called herself What's-Her-Name mumbled out a confused account. She was newly arrived in Bordertown, and had not known who and what to be suspicious of. She had been set upon by a pack of Truebloods who had decided she needed to be "welcomed". And...something, had stopped them. She never got a clear glimpse of her rescuer. They had simply snatched the attackers into the shadows one by one, till their screams scared off the remainder.

Then her memory grew hazy till she found herself in front of Castle Pup.

"Curiouser, and curiouser." Sila muttered.
anarchist_queen: (happy sila)
The mood at the Ancestral estate for House Danan was not nearly as reserved as that at the palace in Alfheim. In point of fact it was a near madhouse, with children running every whichway and unruly music played by a live band.

A live band that consisted of a half Mer violinist, and a frog playing banjo. Sila was overjoyed to finally get this chance. Since she'd first been inspired to learn to play violin at Robin's birthday party (two decades in her past), she'd dreamed of getting to play with him.

They were playing a mix of Christmas themed songs and bluegrass covers of popular human ditties.

Leda was reminded of a line from a Human historical drama: "So you wanna go to a real party?"
anarchist_queen: (queen)
There were more nobles and dignitaries gathered together here since the end of the war. Lord Dagos of the Merfolk, King Thane of the Dwarves, the Matriarch of the Dragons were in attendance along with their immediate families. All the nobles of the lands of Faerie, even some from Unseelie Lands were there as well.

And then there were those Leda was meeting for the first time. The Dryads, Pixies, Kitsune, Nunnehi and Menehune had all sent representatives. And countless others.

Though naturally no Diplomats from the Human realms could be present, the Elven ambassadors to their countries had sent greetings and gifts from them.

"Furachoque of Iguaque!" the herald announced another arrival. A woman in rather elaborate golden attire entered. Her people inhabited a tropical land rich in metallic ore. They traded regularly with the Dwarves, though they were best terms with the Nunnehi and had ancient ties with the Merfolk. Their capital had become known as El Dorado out in the world. She resembled the Elves save for one difference, her feet faced backwards.

[For those invited. The herald is moddable on hand to announce you as you wish.]
anarchist_queen: (sila)
Dear Aunt Momo,

Mom told me about how sometimes in Fandom, people burst into song as if the entire island were in a musical or something. Either that place is leaking, or Ron and I did something. We practiced Bardic magic not too long ago, and about two days later the entire city did the musical thing.

There's nothing like seeing a skirmish between Truebloods and the Pack turn into a dance/rap battle.

Sila and Ron
Surf and Turf
anarchist_queen: (Elf Princess)
"Sing me a story, of heroes brave and true,
Handsome and quick, beautiful and fierce.
And a fearless young queen, so cunning and grand,
With a vision no arrow could pierce!"
--The Fall of the House of Alton or, the Saga of Leda of Danan
Quickly becoming an Elvish traditional epic.


Leda just stood for a moment, breathing in the familiar scents of her home town. She swore she could detect the faint aroma of Godmom's pizza, the lavender scented exhaust from spellbox driven motorcycles. The Mad River. And there, on the wind from the east was the odd smell of the Never Never.

"So are we to stand here on the hill blocking the road all night, or are we gonna go surprise the hell out of Wolfboy?" Ron asked impatiently.

Leda opened her eyes and glared at her young companions. "Excuse me it's been a really long time since I've been here last, and I think I deserve the chance to savor it."

"Yeah but we've never been here." Ron countered. "And I wish to explore."

"Technically I have been here before." Sila reminded him. "But I was a little kid then and do not remember much." She shivered, and pulled the knitted cap from her coat pocket. It was a bit of work to get it over her ears. "Seriously though Mom. I sympathize, I feel the same way every time I reunite with Uncle Iranon's caravan. But it's really cold and dry up here, can we at least get out of the wind?"

"Okay yes." Leda agreed. She sometimes forgot how sensitive Sila's skin could get in dry climates. "Welcome to February."

As they headed down the road towards Soho, Leda probably looked very much like the tourist both Sila and Ron obviously were. All three seemed to be trying to take in everything. The only difference was that there was recognition and nostalgia in Leda's looks.

"So, what are you kids looking forward to the most?" she asked.

"The music." Sila said.

"The food." Ron said at the same time.

They grinned at each other. "The boys."

Leda sighed. "This town's gonna eat you alive." She hoped to the Lady's of Never You Mind that she was kidding.
anarchist_queen: (Elf Princess)
20 years is not long at all for an elf. When you measure your lifespan in centuries your perspective is likely to be somewhat different than that of humans. But Leda had lived among humans so long, that she shared their perspective of time.

Therefore she felt the two decades that the Realm was cut off from other worlds quite keenly.

She had taken comfort in her marriage to Polaris for a while, but when that had ended, she had spiraled downward radically. Fortunately Sila, whom she had legally adopted, and the rest of her loved ones were able to bring her back up again.

She had chosen to live permanently at her Family's estate, but had a gate created so she could travel quickly to Alfheim if needed. She was still the Queen after all. She offset these onerous duties with joyful ones, turning the estate into an orphanage.

These days the kids called her Mama Leda, or sometimes just Mama L. Her Grandmother was known as Lady to them.


Elves age at the same rate as Humans for the first two decades of their lives. But when they reach their late teens/early twenties, they undergo a kind of second puberty, in which their aging process slows significantly.

Sila was still a very young Elf, and most Elves treated her as such. Though by humans standards she was an adult. It was not unusual however for the youngsters of the Realm to go off on adventures when their second puberty hit, and she and Ron were no exceptions.

They had been away, making their living as abards (Iranon had told her she was a natural at bardic magic) for a little over a year. But with the news they had recently received, they'd hurried back to Danan House to return Leda's mirror.

It was the only one that had the contact info for Leda's old friends you see.

[Open for calls, texts, or even visits. Normal Portalocity service has been restored.]
anarchist_queen: (crying)
"I got him, Mom, Dad." Leda said softly. "It's over."

She stood before the monument to monarchs past. It was a simple obelisk, but those who touched it would be able to see the faces of those commemorated here. Leda had stopped here to let her parents know that the man who had ordered their deaths was gone.

She stood there for a moment, just refreshing her memory of their faces, then went to join the others.

Word had come late last night that the Dragons had driven back the Giants with minimal loss of life. But for the Matriarch and her daughter, it was a Pyrrhic victory at best. Ember and Smoke were children really, in the way Dragons measured age.

Dragon mourning practices were very private and not for the eyes of other races. But because of his friendship with Leda and the others, they were having a memorial for Smoke here as well.

Polaris clutched Leda's hand as she approached the crowd.
anarchist_queen: (excuse me?)
The black dragon looked down at the large mug sitting on the table. Of course to him it was about the size of a thimble.

"Really?" he rumbled. "This isn't even a sip."

Leda looked at him blankly for a moment, then turned to his sister, who had assumed human form as a statuesque redhead.

"Is he serious or has he actually grown a sense of humor?"

Ember snickered. "Smoke's been joking around with you since you two met. It's just that his delivery is so dry, you've never noticed."

There was Elven coffee and pastries and other breakfast staples set up on a huge banquet table, as well as a large supply of Leda's Grandmother's favorite human import, hot chocolate.

[For them what knows who they is.]
anarchist_queen: (pretty smile)
A Brief History of the Fae )

The Secret origin of Leda's new surrogate niece )

But it seemed that they had not quite escaped the attitude that drove them out. Even though Polaris was liked and respected by most in the caravan, Sila still suffered. Many of the children sought her out as a target for their ignorance and cruelty.

Leda dabbed a wet cloth against the bruise forming on the toddler's cheek, cooling it with her magic. Her mother had already tried unsuccessfully to calm the girl. She'd had to excuse herself to get something for the swelling after Sila had sobbingly wished her father had been normal.

"Then I woulnt be ugly."

Leda didn't even notice the music when it started. )

Leda and Polaris stopped singing as the music faded. They both felt better than they had in a long time, and even Sila's face shone with peace and confidence. And the bruise was gone.

What the hell just happened? Leda thought. Is Fandom doing that musical thing again?

Then she noticed Iranon with a guitar in his hand. He smiled and nodded at her, then headed back to his wagon.
anarchist_queen: (betrayed)
The nightmare was, for the most part, the same every time. Though there were variations. Sometimes it was Castle Pup that was burning, sometimes Fandom High. Recently it was occasionally some random village. The most recent development, ever since she had learned of depredations committed by some of her supporters, was that this time, it was her who was doing the burning.

She held a sword that set fire to everything it touched, a swath of death and destruction behind her as she cut through her subconscious' idea of what those killed by Corwyn had looked like. When she looked back and saw clearly the bodies of Momoko and Karla amongst the dead she screamed.

Something small and warm seized her as she writhed and struggled up from sleep.

"Lea wake up!"

Leda gasped and sobbed as she struggled to control herself.

"Twas only a dream."

Leda blinked away tears and sleep and peered through the darkness at who had spoken. The three four year old half-mer girl she had made a habit of saving from bullies looked at her concernedly. Sila was her name, the only child of the caravan's blacksmith, a woman named Polaris.

When Leda had gone from being a "guest" of the outlaws to an actual guest, Iranon had decided she could not stay in the wagon with the barred windows. "Besides," he'd said, "That's our drunk wagon. With you in there we don't have anywhere to put people to sober up."

Polaris (her real name was North Star Shining) had offered to put Leda up. She insisted it was because her daughter had taken a liking to the queen. Leda hoped she wasn't the only one.

"Okay?" Sila asked. She was still hugging Leda.

She took a few deep breaths, and nodded. "Yes, yes I'm okay. I didn't wake you did I?"

Sila nodded her head. "No. 'Sokay I's wake."

"Woke me up." Polaris grumbled from the cot on the other side of the wagon.
anarchist_queen: (Default)
Almost immediately after having her personal effects returned to her, Leda taught those within earshot several new swears. Including, but not limited to, 'Mother Night'. None had heard that one before.

In which Leda teaches new swears, and learns some bad things about her homeland. Triggery bits herein. )

Leda learns that some fears are universal, whether clowns are known to a people or not )


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