⇨ EVERYTHING STAYS [CLOSED NOW]

[ringleaders]

Who: The Summer Maiden, the Ringmaster, and possibly you!
When: Day 146 - Day 152
Where: The Summer Maiden's garden, in the Summerlands.
What: Just some gals being pals. The perfect opportunity to both snoop and hassle some fae.
Warnings: Nothing specific.

THE SUMMER MAIDEN↴ The Ringmaster is reborn without much fanfare. One day her egg is resting in the egg tent, and the next she's out and around the carnival, back to normal - or mostly, at least. She takes the same humanoid shape as she did before Portland ever happened, but now instead of appearing totally human, she's retained a set of curved horns, and longer, sharper nails. She personally offers no explanation for it, without being asked. Otherwise, she does her very best to settling back into the old routine, acknowledging what they all just went through as little as possible. After the first few days of getting the carnival up and running again, she disappears off into the summer cities. People who were here for the last visit to the Summerlands probably have a pretty good idea of what she's doing. They are few restrictions as to where you can go, in the mountain top cities. One particularly majestic mountain supposedly contains the home of the Summer Maiden herself - a plant filled temple that would be considered unassuming by fae standards. There are no guards blocking the entrance, or locked gates keeping you out. Once you find it, you are free to explore. Free enough that you may stumble upon the sound of a familiar voice, and private discussions. Are you going to be polite, or are you going to listen in? [OOC: Tag in with your character entering the temple and heaving the Ringmaster talking to someone, or the sound of an unfamiliar voice singing. Each of my replies will be a bit different. I'll do my best to keep up with as many threads as possible, but priority will go on a first come first serve basis, in the event I get overloaded. Indicate whether you'd like to talk mostly to the Ringmaster or mostly to the Summer Maiden in your top level.]

Comments

you know what this is, rm > summer maiden eventually

[whattaprick]

Lambert's gotten what he came for -- a spell to learn and an entirely unsatisfying brush-off of his concerns (well, more Strange and Childermass's concerns than his own). The Summer Maiden's enclosure is something part of him wants to snoop around more, see if there's any plants that might be useful for alchemy, but he doesn't feel like breaking off and leaving the Ringmaster alone quite yet.

Besides, he's stuck his feet in one of the ponds in the garden, and getting up seems like a lot of effort right now. So he smirks at the Ringmaster, reaching a hand up to indicate his own horns and nodding at her.

"So did you decide to keep those, or did they just stick around? You didn't have them before Portland." Though perhaps, technically, she'd had them before the Carnival? Who knows.

[lordofthering]

"Hmm?" she asks, obviously confused for a moment, before reaching up to feel her own horns, like she's just remembered they are there. She flushes ever so slightly, but otherwise is quite frank about it.

"I kept them intentionally! I can change my form at any time... the humanoid one I keep is just a gag, really... and one that's possibly outstayed its welcome."

She frowns and crosses her arms over her chest.

"I mean - I'm not going full Beast all the time now, or anything. I've just decided that dressing up like a sidhe is unbefitting."

[whattaprick]

"Just a gag?" Lambert parrots back, the amusement clear in his tone. "You make it sound like a costume for a mummer's play."

Considering who she is, and what she is, that's probably not far from the truth. If she could change her shape to whatever she desired, it must feel the same way. Getting sick of one set of clothes and deciding to trade it out for something new...

"Why put it on in the first place, then?"

[lordofthering]

"I guess I thought it was funny at the time," she says with a shrug, as if she is a bit embarrassed to admit it. On the bright side, this seems to imply a level of comfort with Lambert that may not be the average.

"Yet, I wore it for so long that it seems I forgot it was ever a joke. A bit sad, don't you think? As if looking like a sidhe is that great in the first place."

She's swept her hair over his shoulder, idly tugging at it with her hands as she muses.

[whattaprick]

If it's not something she'd ordinarily share with someone else, the significance ofo it is largely lost on Lambert. He is, after all, distracted by something else.

"'Sidhe' is just another word for the fae, isn't it?" he asks, cocking his head. There's some vague recollection of that from his time living someone else's life, but ... it's hard to grasp, these days.