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.]
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"You're not being quite as subtle as you think you are." Iranon smired as he rode up beside Leda. She was on her way home for her birthday, enjoying the lull in hostilities. Iranon and his friends were escorting her, along with her 'entourage' so as to make sure she was safe. Also to make sure the journey was as fun as it could be.

"The hell you talkin' bout?" Leda grumbled, slipping into a Bordertown accent.

"The oh so clandestine looks you keep casting at yon single mother." he said. Leda heard Wiseguy snicker from her other side. "Polaris might not have noticed them, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one."

Leda kept her face inscrutable. "There could be lots of reasons I'm looking in her direction. And not necessarily at her."

Iranon laughed. "Oh yes? Pray tell."

Leda scowled. "Give me a minute."

Leda's feelings for Polaris had not faded with time, in fact if anything they had deepened. And it hadn't helped that Leander had ever so casually remarked that;

"Should you marry Polaris her girl would become the heir to the throne."

She had retorted that she could never do something so horrible to Silar. But it had surprised her. As backward as many of the Elven traditions were, they seem to have never had any prejudice against same sex marriages, or gender restrictions on who could rule or inherit.

Leander's remark had come from a discussion about how the nobles were starting to get restless for her to marry and furnish an heir. There had already been some preliminary attempts to win her favor with this son or that daughter. Her chief advisor had been hoping that he could at least interest her in marrying for love, rather than politics.

"Meddling kids." she grumbled.
anarchist_queen: (dangerous)
Being checked over by a healer was remarkably similar to being checked over by a doctor. After all, before they could fix you they had to know what was broken so to speak.

"It could have been a lot worse." the woman said. She spread a soothing ointment over Leda's shoulders, neck and jaw. "You hit the wall with enough force to shatter half your vertebrae. It's a good think you got that shield up in time."

"He caught me by surprise at first." Leda nodded, and regretted it.

"Yeah don't do that for a while." the healer advised. "I wouldn't reccomend much talking or shrugging for the next hour or so either, till the ointment finishes it's work."

"Work crews are working on fixing the wall." Wiseguy told her. "And redoing the wards on the council chamber. Corwyn must have been planning on some kind of grand gesture for a long time. It couldn't have been easy eroding them so he could make his move."

Sai was working with one of the healer's assistants to apply healing poultices on Strider's wounds.

"Corwyn and his men have escaped to his own lands I'm afraid." He said angrily. "It will take some doing to root him out of there."

"It's...somewhat worse than that." Leander sighed, entering the room. "Corwyn has made a public declaration of his intention to overthrow you. His supporters in the council have already left. I am pleased to say however that those who support you are now even more firmly in your camp, and many who were on the fence have joined us." He sank down into a chair. "I think we've some grace time, but we must be prepared. I am very sad to say, we may be looking at our first war in centuries."

Leda sighed, and began making a few plans in her head. As soon as her throat and jaw were better she'd start telling him what she wanted to do.
anarchist_queen: (impish)
There was a madness to their method. Leda and Sai, two girls on their own, backpacking across Europe, and currently lounging on a beach on some remote island in the Mediterranean. For some reason Sai kept humming Abba songs. Leda wished she'd stop. For some reason it was making her miss Anduin.

Their plan was to head north from Greece and see the Carpatian Mountains, then seek out the Black Forest, maybe head up into the Northlands before going down to Wales, over to Ireland, then to Scotland, and finally to England just in time for the wedding.

"You'd think I'd be used to it by now." Leda said absently.

"How's that?"

"The whole time travel thing. I mean, I spend a few months in Faerie, and only a week goes by in Fandom. Now I leave Fandom in May, and find out that on our Earth, it's still winter."

Sai shrugged. "Least we got good weather here."

"You think we should wait till summer to do much more sight seeing?"

"What after the royal wedding? After your face shows up on who knows how many tabloid and magazine covers? Maybe if you could do a glamour on yourself but we all know magic don't work out here in the world."

"There's gotta be other ways to disguise ourselves. All anyone's gonna see is the ears. It's not like Wolfboy's with us."

"I still think he should join us in Romania or Germany."

"Or sooner. Someone to carry all the souvenirs we're gonna be buying for people."

Leda had plans to find an antique gun for Triela, maybe some Swiss chocolates for Karla and German pastries for Momoko. Or possibly the other way around. They'd already gotten a few books for Micky and Goldie.

"What about your Fandom friends?" Sai asked.

"I left handwavey invites for them to join us at any of our points of call. Same with Strider, Wiseguy and Leander."

"God bless Portalocity." After a moment, Sai wondered;

"If you went back to Fandom now, would it be a few days after you graduated? Or would you suddenly be back in the past? Do Visitor's Weekend and...what'd you call it? Weetiny weekend? Over again?"

Leda glared at her. "That's an unfair question to ask someone who doesn't drink. Specially while you're enjoying your sangria."

"Does this mean I don't get to sign your yearbook?"

Leda kicked sand at her.

[Open for calls, texts, or even visitors via portalocity.]
anarchist_queen: (will not break)
Leda's return to Faery was quiet and discreet, as she'd taken a portal directly to her bed chamber. Then she'd sent a page to inform her friends of her arrival.

They wasted little time )

The Council of Nobles )

[NFB for distance, NFI as well, but ooc comments are always appreciated. Thanks go to Francine Mun for the casting of Sai. And I hope Karla Mun is happy with the non-casting of either of her father figures as villains.]
anarchist_queen: (Default)
Dear Mom and Dad, translated from Elvish

So, I learned how to fly recently. It was more tiring than I'd have thought. See magic on this island works as well as it does in Faery. I'm also learning to swim. Which was about as exhausting as I'd expected.:) The students here continue to be friendly, and helpful. Oh and classes are going well.



Dear Wiseguy,

First up, thanks again for coming to parents weekend! It was so cool to see you! Even though you couldn't meet more of my friends. I really wanted Karla to meet you especially. As for Karla and I, things seem to be in a bit of a holding pattern there.

Things here continue to go well. So many cool kids! None of whom have a problem with Elves. Hell some are all about it.

So, I don't want you to freak, but I've started learning how to use a gun. Don't worry I'm not gonna bring one back with me. We all know that would be beyond stupid. It's all just part of the Fandom experience. Like freaking out the newbies.

What did you do for Halloween? Did you dress up or did you and your baby daddy (I'm learning new ghetto slang!) just hand out candy?



Dear Crystaviel, also translated from Elvish

I cannot believe my parents sent you to check up on me. I do hope your report was favorable. Not a lot has happened since your visit. Just hanging out with my friends and learning human foibles. Though I did experience an odd human phenomenon. A renaissance festival. Oh yeah and of course spring break at a place called Kellermans.
anarchist_queen: (yay!)
Wiseguy told Leda and Leda handwavily to her friends, and then just as handwavily decided what the hell and sent out a mass e-mail about the party in Wiseguy's suite, so that introductions and such could be made.

There was no Peca in sight, but ther was booze, non-booze, and Mad River Water, and Elven Wine. Both very potent and happy inducing, but beware the hangover as certain folks could testify.

Also there was food. Chinese and Mexican. Maybe pizza later.

[Open to all! No we will not be trashing the suite! I am at work so I will have to ping Leda's visitors in later (unless I remember their password). SP is teh love. IMPORTANT NOTE: One of Leda's visitors hates you all. Seriously to Crystaviel all non-Elves are like insects, and you know how some people feel about insects. She will not be letting on though, and she has shields up so you empaths and psychics couldn't be able to tell. She might come across as a bit snobby of course, but no more so than any spoiled rich popular high schooler.
anarchist_queen: (Default)
Flashback )

A curious change happened then. As if it had always been this way, Wiseguy was now Karla. Sai had become Annja. And Just Ron? Well it was hard to say. Did he have an eyepatch? Or was he someone else?

And when had Leda's twin shown up? She had blood smeared all over her neck, and her dead eyes stared accusingly at her.

Leda woke with a start, in a cold sweat, and shaking. She'd heard of an American author claiming that it was easy to quit smoking. He'd done it a hundred times. She'd quit drinking Peca several times. This time she thought it might take because all she had to do now, was not ask for a resupply from Crystaviel. She'd drunk the last after returning from that other world.

But Crystaviel was a considerate friend. She'd sent some along with the latest 'care package'. Now Leda stared at the bottle. Just a sip? Just to take the edge off. The cramps hadn't started yet but she knew they would.

All too soon she knew as well, that her mind would start to...what? Hallucinate? Slip away? Remember? A little Peca kept her sane. More made her drunk and happy. And if she drank herself to sleep, she slept deep, and dreamless.

The bottle stood on her nightstand. Just in case.

[Establishy but open for SP for Roomie, or even visitors. Dialogue in flashback is taken from canon.]
anarchist_queen: (hangover)
Flashback )

The pop tart things were really hard to cook over a fire. "Shit." Another one fell off her forked stick and into the fire. One more try and then she was just gonna eat the things cold.

[Open!]
anarchist_queen: (sad)
Flashback )

There were many reasons why Leda drank Peca. Addiction was only one of them. Right now though, she was only drinking fruit juice. These blends they sold out in the world were great. This memory wasn't one that made her want to drown it. But in case it led to others that did, she had a bottle in the pocket of her jacket.

[Post is open like an open post.]

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