Feawen and S'idathe, The Search Begins Anew

[Fëawen]

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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
Mistral's Daughter

--== The Forests of Tír Na nÓg ==--

: says to ALL:.... Feawen had been out in the cities of man, following a lead that she had hoped would bring the moondrop home to Annwfn - but her rare foray had been unsuccessful...a bad lead, but every clue had to be followed and tracked to its end, just in case the missing stone turned up. She had followed this lead through the tunnels and caves of Annwfn itself and then to Wales, after which she had gone on to Pohjola, that distant land of Peivas' birth. Again, no luck, no success, and the Sidhe had returned home at last, disappointed, S'idathe at her side as always...
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°

: says to ALL:.... She glided through the wood, following familiar paths that had grown strange after her long journey...... Walking steadily, she came upon the Crann Bethadh at last, patriarch of the Tir Na nOrg, the land of the forever young - and wrapped her arms about its wizened, burled trunk, drawing on its strength....The Sidhe had long ago formed a special bond with those who inhabited the trees and indeed, with the trees themselves, and she now spoke to them, soft, in the language of her birth, telling them of her arduous journey and fruitless search....A single brilliant, crystalline tear fell from silvery eyes, falling to the feet of the Crann, and as it sank into the rich earth, a thorny rose sprang up, already in flower...blood red it was, and from it wafted a scent, so fair that the Fey's disappointment, her sorrow at this latest failure to find the stone, was lifted, dissipated.... As the Sidhe pressed closer to teh wizened old Crann, a smile curved over rosy lips...
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°

: says to ALL:.... Slowly, the Sidhe recovered herself, refreshed by teh fragrance of the mystical rose and the ever-reassuring presence of the Crann.... I heard whispers of the moonstone's whereabouts while I was gone, Grandfather, she whispered, voice gentle as always when speaking with the forest folk.... It is rumored that a mage has been seen with it, Grandfather, and that he plays with it in secret as if it is a mere toy, a pretty for his pleasure.... or so he seems to think... Feawen's voice remained soft, the words lilting with the Tuathan accent, and she knew the tree would hear them and remember, and send it on to teh Queen through the "grapevine," as the humans liked to call it.... Feawen added a request, a slender hand drawn over the wizened trunk as she spoke..... Tell Silwen, Grandfather - tell her I have left again, left to follow the mage... The old tree shuddered, raining a shower of green leaves upon her, each one a small caress in the forest dim, and the Sidhe was off, S'idathe swirling at her side, off to follow the trail... .....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°

: says to ALL:.... As Feawen left on the first leg of her journey, Silwen looked up....the trees were hissing and the Sidhe bent her head, golden hair cascading over ivory shoulders, azure eyes deepening a shade or two as she listened to the sibilant voices that danced through the air....Nodding, she went on her way, and for teh next little time, Silwen would pause every so often to touch this tree or that, listen to a bird or the chiming voice of an insect fluttering, bright-winged, before her....in this way, would she keep in touch with her sister Sidhe as all of nature, thus commanded, followed her progress and reported back ......The Feawen knew this, and traveled beyond the Hedge secure in the knowledge that she was not alone - for the journey would be hard, the mission dangerous..........

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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
--== Paths in The Mist ==--

: says to ALL:.... As she moved along the trods, they turning and weaving through the hedge, but always in the direction she asked, Feawen thought about the clues, old as they were, trying to decide where to start..well, firstly, she would have to leave the land of Annwfn for teh search...and so, she pushed out of the Hedge, through the curling mists, and out into the land of man, every sense alert,, everything she had learned in teh caves and tunnels of the Tit Na nOrg rising from memory to protect her...nae, the things she had learned had become part of her, no memory needed any more.....Her sword, the Stormbringer - Mistral's gift - and the small red stone, given her by an ancient wizard and worn always on a chain around her neck, the S'idathe, and her own wits and magic would be all the weapons she carried, and all she needed....
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ALL:.... Feawen began the trek to teh cities of man, her glamour shrugged tightly about her, transforming her appearance for her sojourn in the land of man....She would appear human to most, although those among them who were sensitives would perhaps be able to feel something different about the small exquisite form.....As she followed the pathways worn by generations of human feet, she shuddered...for the humans had always held an odd fascination for her - until now, when their hostility had made her wary more than anything else....
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To Be Continued

[Fëawen]

(20:16:15 )

°°Nocturne°°

: says to ALL:.... Nocturne drifts towards the Queen's Pond, drawn to the star that hangs suspended over the crystalline water. Gliding with such quietude, such grace that she seems not to touch the ground at all, the Sidhe passes the guards unchallenged, for they know her well.....she moves to settle by the Pond, long slender legs folding beneath her as she setlles there, at water's edge, and raises her face to the scintillating ball of light - the eternal beacon, which she created for the Queen, not so very long ago....

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°°Nocturne°°

: says to ALL:.... The beacon had been created as a call to the Dream, a call for her to return, to assimilate once more and return to Annwfn....now, the Sidhe's purpose is a different one, and she raises sweet face to the star, de3licate hands held up to it..... tri-colored eyesswirl with rings and swirls of silver, gold, and lavender, as the Fey's wish grows stronger, stronger.....the star begins to throb and glitter, emitting sparks and rays of color into the night , like fireworks in the Annwfn sky....

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°°Nocturne°°

: says to ALL:.... And in a far-away city of man, an answering throb hums its way to teh skies, in defiance to its captor, in answer to Nocturne's call....the moonstone calls now, calls to her, calls to Annwfn, to all who are of the Fey land.... Nocturne's eyes fly open, widening as she feels the response, and the Sidhe bids teh star continue...... Call for it, call to it, till the earth fades...Call it home, Call it home.... The words are sung gently, with rising power, in the language of her birth...
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[Fëawen]

(18:23:18 ) - - - Daughter of the Wind - - -
Feawen Taralom

--== Crann Bethadh of Tà r na nÓg ==--
~ Is in the Forest, in the Glade where Tree of Life stands in Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Feawen leaned back against the Crann, sliding to the ground with a sigh...it wasn't often that she tired, but today she was more than tired, beyond tired...the search for the missing gem had been fraught with danger - which in and of itself, wasn't something that really mattered to the Sidhe...but it was so urgent, so necessary, so important that the stone be found and brought back home, to Annwfn, to the land of Fae......The Mage who had taken it, for indeed, she knew for sure, now, who and what he was - hadn't yet discovered the moondrop's intrinsic value. But, before she had left the city, Feawen had heard rumors, whispers....that the man had seemed inordinately interested in the stone - no longer did he wish to sell it, but rather kept it on his person at all times...He had used his magic to escape her, so strong it was......and the Sidhe had returned home for reinforcements.... As she snugged up to the wizened trunk behind her, tri-hued eyes closing, it told her of Silwen and the Peivas and their search for her, it's voice soothing, carrying sleep in its tones...
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[Fëawen]

Fëawen
Aós Si

--== The Forests of Tir na nOg ==--

: says to ALL:.... Feawen had returned, once again, from the search; she had garnered more clues, little shreds and snippets of information dragged from people along the way, information that had begun to bring her closer to the Mage... As always, the S'idathe stayed close as they headed for the Crann Bethadh, slithering along the path just in front of her; the only sign of it was the string of dust devils that whirled in its wake... Sorely in need of rest and some time to think without having to be on the alert, the Sidhe curled against the base of teh great tree and dozed, the 'servant curled at her feet...she began to dream of the search now...
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(08:27:51 )
Fëawen
Aós Si

: says to ALL:....She had moved from Wales to the larger towns and cities, always

following the magical trail of the Mage, who had indeed fallen victim to the moondrop's teasing power.....What he didn't know was how dangerous it was for anyone other than its rightful owners to use it, not that he had been able to do so just yet, in spite of all his trying... Another thing the evil little man didn't know was that if he succeeded in bending it to his will, he could literally destroy everything around him for an incredibly long way...only half awake while the grandfather above her kept watch, Feawen mused, wondering if he could damage it or even destroy the stone while trying to force its secrets.....and silently thanked the Goddess for her favor...
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(08:35:27 )

Fëawen
Aós Si

: says to ALL:.... The Mage's name was Lurk, she had discovered, and at first he had put out word that he wanted to sell the stone to teh highest bidder...but then, something strange had happened...strange at least to teh crowd of buyers who had hounded him at every stop... suddenly, from one night to the next morning, the Man had withdrawn the moonstone from the market.....He had been observed after that, sitting and staring into the stone as if fascinated...Aye, it was a pretty thing for sure, but the Mage had been captured by the stone, and didn't even know it...
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(09:00:17 )
Fëawen
Aós Si

: says to ALL:.... The purloined stone would slowly draw Lurk in, until he was but a mere shell, a servant of his own thievery, for that was one of its hidden powers...The moondrop could magnify a person's own penchant for evil, and if they held it for too long, turn it against them... the black and rot of it would slowly destroy them from the inside out.... A line furrowed the Sidhe's smooth forehead at this thought, for if the stone absorbed too much evil energy, it could be turned - something that would be a very bad thing for everyone, everywhere, but most of all
for Annwfn...
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(09:07:26 )
Fëawen
Aós Si

: says to ALL:.... Feawen pushed her thoughts aside now, in favor of rest, for she had another long journey ahead of her as the search continued...curling against the S'dathe, she drew a delicate-looking hand over the Crann, caressing the wizened bark as she fell asleep, knowing the two would keep watch..