So some of you may know that last year in late April I took the trek down to Scarborough Renaissance Festival in Waxahachie, Texas. Well this year I was given the chance to again visit the magic that is Scarborough-shire.
Captain Velvet and I set off from the crazy town of Denver with no rush. I have to admit that I still don't understand why Requiem and Discordia wouldn't let me take the dragon... The car is so much slower!
We drove and drove and drove some more, stopping in Amarillo for an overnight stay before finally making it to Waxahachie.
The first morning was like being a child all over again. I was up early, and dressed and we made it to the festival before canon. Once we got in a made a beeline for Wondrous Works in Wood for a new mug. That was my only purchase for the weekend as I was quickly re-adopted by my friends... And thus began the amazement.
That first day I was adopted by the Spanish court. I walked parade with them, dined with them and was even given the honor of being able to perform a masque! I was the pirate captain!
Halfway through the day I was tempted away by a trio of handsome Irishmen- whom I got to sing Smuggler's Song with. Pure bliss. The Korabushka was so much fun, I was claimed by George Boleyn! Canon sounded far too early for my tastes and the day was over.
The second day I became an honorary Gyptian. Iosef himself swore me in, he is the Rombaro. I was able to walk parade with them and make merry in the streets. The Irish again tempted me away to sing an old favorite, "Old Black Rum". We played and sang and made a wondrous sight... I hope. And I made some of the best friends a Pooka could have. I got to dance the Korabushka with Iosef and found myself full of joy. I was also at that point promised a shopping partner or two, for the following day.
The third day was bittersweet, I wanted to enjoy it as best I could but I didn't want it to end. My shopping was done with company from two old friends and a gentleman from Scarborough-shire. The far best memory I have from that day is when the gentleman found he had insulted me he flung himself upon the ground and groveled (face in the dirt) to try and win back my favor... No one has ever done such for me before. It made me smile, and realize how different things are from faire to faire. I only wonder in Mab will send me to Scarborough-shire for the Pandora Project at some point... I can only hope!
Closing gate had me in tears. The three days that I had spent there was like walking in a dream. I went from having friends and acquaintances to having a family that welcomed me with open arms and embraced me with some of the best hugs I have ever had. They tried their hardest to tempt me to move, to become one of them... but I had to say no. My heart wept with every denial. I can't move to Texas, I am needed in Colorado.....
So until next season, my friends, my family. My best wishes and fondest dreams are with you.
