"Ah, you do not? Well I've one or two that can be told, of long ago before my birth. A consort dark and consort bold, and his fae-queen wife who roamed the earth."
She can see him through the leaves when the breeze blows, so she remains right where she is, comfy as a cat, lying on the branch that is barely wider than she herself. Oh, later she might climb down, and curl up against his back for a little while before the dawn, but for now? Now the night is coming. And she has much frolicking and exploring and playing to do before it is time to rest.
She proceeds to recite a tale of a man and his wife, in disguise and traveling through the countryside of France in a great, comfortable carriage. They have a secret, this man and wife - they are newly wed, mortal to Fae - and are celebrating their union far away from court; both his, and hers.
The two of them stop in a small ville, and without their coachman knowing, an unscrupulous stable boy sneaks a bottle of their private stock, thinking that it is simply a bottle of his lordship's wine.
"But non, oh no Maxim. This was the rare and powerful Sidhe mead, strong enough to intoxicate the fae, strong enough to bring lust of the body, or lust of the blood. It has caused madness and inspired great works of art and music. Some cultures would call it one thing, and some another. But knowledge of how it is made is a closely guarded secret, even among the shining ones."
So the story continues. Through a series of mistakes, fumbling and deceit the bottle starts getting passed around. The most of it ends up being poured into what's left of the cask of the innkeeper's own wine, and that's when the fun starts. At the end of the tale, the lord and lady find themselves waking in a haystack in a field the next day and make their way out slowly to find the entire town in chaos and disarray. Some buildings are burning, people are in various states of dress or undress, and either hail lord and lady, or shy away, muttering of strange brews and enchantments.
"To this day, there are many families living there still, who can trace their beginnings back to that night and to the mead-enhanced vigor of his lordship's mighty staff and his lady's blessing and willing participation."
"The children's story is much different from the reality of long ago, of course. These days it speaks of how, in the midst of harvest time, an Elfen lord and his lady were found on the road after being attacked and overcome by brigands. the townsfolk took them in and aided them back to health. And in turn they blessed this town of kindly humans with" She coughs delicately "Prosperity, for their good and kindly acts. Prosperity indeed!"
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She can see him through the leaves when the breeze blows, so she remains right where she is, comfy as a cat, lying on the branch that is barely wider than she herself. Oh, later she might climb down, and curl up against his back for a little while before the dawn, but for now? Now the night is coming. And she has much frolicking and exploring and playing to do before it is time to rest.
She proceeds to recite a tale of a man and his wife, in disguise and traveling through the countryside of France in a great, comfortable carriage. They have a secret, this man and wife - they are newly wed, mortal to Fae - and are celebrating their union far away from court; both his, and hers.
The two of them stop in a small ville, and without their coachman knowing, an unscrupulous stable boy sneaks a bottle of their private stock, thinking that it is simply a bottle of his lordship's wine.
"But non, oh no Maxim. This was the rare and powerful Sidhe mead, strong enough to intoxicate the fae, strong enough to bring lust of the body, or lust of the blood. It has caused madness and inspired great works of art and music. Some cultures would call it one thing, and some another. But knowledge of how it is made is a closely guarded secret, even among the shining ones."
So the story continues. Through a series of mistakes, fumbling and deceit the bottle starts getting passed around. The most of it ends up being poured into what's left of the cask of the innkeeper's own wine, and that's when the fun starts. At the end of the tale, the lord and lady find themselves waking in a haystack in a field the next day and make their way out slowly to find the entire town in chaos and disarray. Some buildings are burning, people are in various states of dress or undress, and either hail lord and lady, or shy away, muttering of strange brews and enchantments.
"To this day, there are many families living there still, who can trace their beginnings back to that night and to the mead-enhanced vigor of his lordship's mighty staff and his lady's blessing and willing participation."
"The children's story is much different from the reality of long ago, of course. These days it speaks of how, in the midst of harvest time, an Elfen lord and his lady were found on the road after being attacked and overcome by brigands. the townsfolk took them in and aided them back to health. And in turn they blessed this town of kindly humans with" She coughs delicately "Prosperity, for their good and kindly acts. Prosperity indeed!"