Faerie Market

Once upon a time there was a market in Faerie. In this market you could find almost anything, from keys to glitter to scraps of fabric fashioned into bits and bobs. Then there were the jewels, the broaches that could only have come from the highest royalty's clothes, and sometimes, if you were lucky you could find an item of true magic.

That market faded away with the changes of the tides of time, and I was sad to see it go... 

Missing it has spurred something new in me though; the possibility of creating a new market, one made of magic and whimsy. One that you could get the shiny bits of Faerie even in the mortal world.

I'm sure that I have enough baubles that I could easily start this market all on my own, from beaded bits to glass, to keys that I rescued from abuse in Faerie. It's going to be an interesting start, and I really really hope that all of my friends will take a gander and pass the magic on when it starts up!

With Love,

Rubiee

Distraction (Or, why Rubiee does many things)

Many of you have seen me go through stages. From jewelry design to lampwork, to singing and tea blogging to spinning yarn and everything in between. I am a creative soul, an artist with a desire for the new and exciting.

(Photo thanks to Broken Glass Photography)

Yes, I still make jewelry. (Mainly keys for the band table)

I still torch (less than I'd like,but it happens.)

and I still blog. 

I'm working on some super awesome things that have been in the works for over a month now. Things that I haven't talked about because I want to make sure that the time is right, that the energy is right, and that I'm doing it right.

Yes, more projects mean less time. But also along that same vein is the idea that I don't like having idle hands. So I find projects, new and exciting things that pique my interest. It's both a blessing and a curse. I can try new things almost constantly, but at the same time there is the constant spending of monies to try new things and the fear that I can't try to focus my art to a pinpoint.

There are some things that I have been able to focus on. Glass being one. I'm very happy for this, and won't ever question my changes in art interests. From here on out I have no idea where the Muse and the creative arts will take me, but I am so very much looking forward to it!

Pooka Post: Homecoming

Today, just a bit of writing:
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Shadow Grove was beautiful as always. The weather was gorgeous and the trees in the area shaded my cottage from the sun, making the day even nicer. Shadow Grove was home, no matter where Mab's whims sent me I could always return to Faerie and to the home of my heart.

I looked down to the roses that lined the front wall of the cottage, they were every color imaginable and dappled with the spots of sunlight that escaped from the leaves of the trees overhead. Some of the roses had come from the mortal realms and others yet came from Faerie itself. The trees around the cottage whispered in the breeze and I tilted my head back to listen to their song.

"You're home!" I heard his cheerful cry before he threw himself at me. I had to laugh as I gathered the canine creature into my arms. He looked like a mortal dog, a terrier to be exact. In truth neither of us knew what he really was.

"I've missed you too, Tobias." I scratched behind his ears and let him back down to the ground. I would joke how much of a mutt he was, we sometimes would sit in the gardens and try to figure out exactly what mix of fae was in his blood. It was our game.

He guarded Shadow Grove while I was away and he was my best friend no matter what court politics were underfoot.

"I see the roses are all in bloom." I commented and he padded over to inspect them.

"They weren't yesterday, they must have known you were coming back." His words made me get that happy warm feeling that so many mortals would talk about, I laughed.

"Must be. Come on, let's go inside... I have so many things to tell you about my adventures this time." As I walked towards the door of the cottage I couldn't help but whisper a word of thanks to anyone that would listen.

I was home.

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Just a smattering of the life of a Pooka Fae when not in the mortal realms. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!

The World: Faerie

When one finds themselves in Faerie it is not as simple as just turning and walking out, at least not for a mortal. Faerie is a fickle thing, something that weaves and changes like the tide or the wind. One moment you could be facing a brick wall, turn to look behind you and when you face forward again you find that a vineyard or orchard has taken its place.

Now, most Mortals might find this to be very disturbing. Fae and Otherkin that call Faerie home find it to be quite the opposite. When the lands of faerie stop changing at the whim of the unknown, then and only then would the inhabitants worry. After all, most Fae are at least aware of change… Some might not be as fond of it as others, but it is a fact of the land they live in.

When a Mortal first finds themselves in Faerie, they are often struck by how odd it all is. Water comes straight out of stones, flowers of unusual colors, ice next to flame, and the weather changes in the blink of an eye. Nothing is normal and yet everything is. The easiest way through the chaos is to find yourself a Fae guide.

This is the point where any Mortal should know something very, very important. Nothing is free in the lands of Faerie. If you need directions a barter is made, often times the Fae in question will ask for something small; a thimble, a kiss, something shiny, the memory of your first true love’s kiss, your first memory as a child. To them, all of these things are small, but each Fae has something to gain from what they request as payment. What this means is that you, as a Mortal should be very careful what you promise or barter away.

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This is the first of many blurbs on the world of Pandora Celtica. I hope you enjoyed it! 

Court Post: The Spring Equinox

               The transition from winter to spring has always been an amazing thing. Titania always had the flair for the dramatic. This season's transition of the courts was no different.

                I was called to Mab's side early on the day of the switch, I was to be with her during the ceremony as I am Duchess of Shadow Grove. (Yes, I know that in Mortal history Duchess' were of royal blood... Faerie often works quite a but differently.)

               The day was a whirlwind of preparation. From flowers, (Mab prefers jasmine) to glamour and in my case, glitter. The royal clothiers had their work cut out for them. Mab was demanding, everything had to be perfect.

               I know that Titania and her court were going through the same thing that day. All the courts were.

When the clock struck the designated hour (no, I can't tell you what hour) the ceremony began. First, Mab's court entered. They announced us as we arrived and Mab was last. 

               I remember the glory of her entrance, snow fell softly on the crowd and I caught a few pixies flitting about to catch the flakes. When they did they are them with child-like enthusiasm. I would have laughed if it weren't a court function.

               She took her seat at the head of the great hall and a hush fell.

               I felt the warmth on the breeze before the snow began to melt, Titania entered the hall. She didn't get an announcement, she didn't need one.

               I watched the Spring Queen make her way down the great hall. Where she stepped, flowers bloomed. The room stayed silent, they were all in awe as she shone with spring time glamour. She was so bright that her presence threatened to burn the eyes.

               I watched her as she walked, trying not to pull my eyes away for fear of insult. When she reached the dais Mab stood and their eyes met, Mab smiled and spoke the words I knew by heart, "This throne once mine, is passed to you. Guard it well and rule it true. From winter to spring, season to season. Keep Fae safe and give it reason."

              Titania responded, "Thank you sister. You have ruled with wisdom, I graciously take my place.. and let spring BEGIN!"

              A cheer went up from the crowd. May job was complete and as Titania's court entered, and the winter court took our places among the crowd.

              Titania was Queen, Mab became an advisor until the next winter.