“Come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned.”
This weekend I revisited Branwen, the Anwar Elf from the elven land of Rhunduin. She is attending a masquerade ball in Ciardha, the dark fae village where her lover Fagan the dark fae warrior lives. Branwen brought along her fox Roderick to enjoy the festivities as well.
Leaves of silver and green are the night’s confetti,
Breezes caress swirling gowns that shimmer, and eavesdrop on lurid guarded whispers,
Brownies guzzle blackberry, raspberry, and mulberry wines,
Alluring elves cast magick and peddle bottled dreams,
Little goblins pickpocket gold and shiny trinkets,
Mischievious fawns skillfully play enchanted flutes, and brazenly tease coy fae maidens,
In the dark fae land of Ciardha, where time has no consequence, the party has only begun.