[Nb. Guenièvre is a young fae, whose father rules the Seelie Court in France.]
1. GOING UNDERGROUND
The man is still behind her. Guenièvre doesn’t need to look to know that. She can feel him back there. He’s keeping pace, perfectly mimicking every change of direction she makes.
There is power flowing through his veins. But this is no daybreak witch; he reeks of dark magic. This means he’s probably not following with the intention of haranguing her back to Faerie. So, what else did he want? And how long has he been back there? How far has he followed her? She first noticed him after leaving the métro, nearly five minutes ago. But what if he’d been down there too, hidden from her senses by the throngs of people?
A fae is not without power of her own, but she doesn’t want to risk a public spectacle. Besides, the longer this haze of dread blankets her mind, the more certain she is that he will not be so easily overcome.
Then, just as she is about to break out into a full-on run, she catches the eye of a stranger and decides upon a different course of action.
“Oh, there you are!” She waves hello and rapidly closes the distance between them. “Have you been waiting long? I did not mean to be so late! I was lost in the underground. Can you believe it?”
Guenièvre embraces her “friend” and places an air kiss to the side of each cheek. While doing so, she whispers, “Please play along. I am being followed.” She pulls back and looks her unwitting savior in the eyes, hoping they understand and will oblige.
4. FIRE FESTIVAL
Guenièvre arrives early and intends to stay late. This is her first witch festival of any sort in England, and she wants to experience every moment that she can. Although it may not be the wisest decision, as being a fae at his sort of gathering could be a risky proposition, but she’s up for the challenge. As the result of a glamour, she appears the same but subconsciously most others perceive her to be nothing more than another welcome member of this community, someone who belongs here, no need to question her presence.
At first, as an extra precaution, she keeps to the edges of the gathering where she’s less likely to draw attention. Eventually, when the festival wears on, she becomes bolder as the crowd grows wilder and more inebriated, drunk on wine and love, the rational mind dulled while emotions run wild.
Those closest to Guenièvre are a bit more boisterous and a touch friskier thanks to her empathic prodding. It’s nothing insidious, just a little push, a heightening of what was already being felt.
Anyone whose head is not adorned by a flower crown she accosts immediately.
“Here, for you!”
This gift of a flower crown placed gently on the head is followed by a light kiss on the lips.
“There. Much better!”
8. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE [Prefer something else? By all means.]
Guenièvre (aka Guinevere) | Camelot (TV Series) | Seelie Fae
1. GOING UNDERGROUND
The man is still behind her. Guenièvre doesn’t need to look to know that. She can feel him back there. He’s keeping pace, perfectly mimicking every change of direction she makes.
There is power flowing through his veins. But this is no daybreak witch; he reeks of dark magic. This means he’s probably not following with the intention of haranguing her back to Faerie. So, what else did he want? And how long has he been back there? How far has he followed her? She first noticed him after leaving the métro, nearly five minutes ago. But what if he’d been down there too, hidden from her senses by the throngs of people?
A fae is not without power of her own, but she doesn’t want to risk a public spectacle. Besides, the longer this haze of dread blankets her mind, the more certain she is that he will not be so easily overcome.
Then, just as she is about to break out into a full-on run, she catches the eye of a stranger and decides upon a different course of action.
“Oh, there you are!” She waves hello and rapidly closes the distance between them. “Have you been waiting long? I did not mean to be so late! I was lost in the underground. Can you believe it?”
Guenièvre embraces her “friend” and places an air kiss to the side of each cheek. While doing so, she whispers, “Please play along. I am being followed.” She pulls back and looks her unwitting savior in the eyes, hoping they understand and will oblige.
4. FIRE FESTIVAL
Guenièvre arrives early and intends to stay late. This is her first witch festival of any sort in England, and she wants to experience every moment that she can. Although it may not be the wisest decision, as being a fae at his sort of gathering could be a risky proposition, but she’s up for the challenge. As the result of a glamour, she appears the same but subconsciously most others perceive her to be nothing more than another welcome member of this community, someone who belongs here, no need to question her presence.
At first, as an extra precaution, she keeps to the edges of the gathering where she’s less likely to draw attention. Eventually, when the festival wears on, she becomes bolder as the crowd grows wilder and more inebriated, drunk on wine and love, the rational mind dulled while emotions run wild.
Those closest to Guenièvre are a bit more boisterous and a touch friskier thanks to her empathic prodding. It’s nothing insidious, just a little push, a heightening of what was already being felt.
Anyone whose head is not adorned by a flower crown she accosts immediately.
“Here, for you!”
This gift of a flower crown placed gently on the head is followed by a light kiss on the lips.
“There. Much better!”
8. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE [Prefer something else? By all means.]