Dancing Part 2

Scagie had heard that all the court even did it with roses. Who would want roses for anything. First of all, they stunk up the place, second the green and red always reminded Scagie when her old brothers fell in love, and third they had thorns. Instead of adding a rose to her mud and branch hair, she had added a blue lily, and hoped that the Spring court wouldn't laugh at her.

So far, the little ork thought, no one had said anything to her. In fact no one had said anything about her either. She came in the usual way, swam across the moat, and in from the reverse slide just like Ma had taught her. She was very clad that it wasn't so cold and for once the she saw a purpose for the roses, she had to admit to herself that with how warm the Ball was, she could smell herself, but with the roses, they over powered everything else. So, after coming up from the slide, she made sure her hair was right, and there was still a lot of mud on her dress, good and good. Now though, she stood off to one side, clutching into the folds of a curtain a little ways away from the serving entrance.

Oh the food, Scagie's mouth watered. The Winter King and Queen served chilled fruits, and cheese. cold mutton, and this awful stuff called tiramisu that was supposed to have lady fingers in it, but Scagie knew, it didn't really. The Spring ball though, she could make out roasted pig, and shanked lamb, her tummy growled as a plate of caramel apple slices went by. She almost left her concealing curtain for it, but when all the tiny flying one's rushed in, she didn't want to bright colors of their wing lights to show who she was. Scagie didn't see any other Winter Fae here, she could feel the Winter King and Queen up on the thrones, next to the Spring King and Queen, but she couldn't see them. She couldn't see anyone from the Bog, or the Marsh, or the Wastes. Scagie felt lonely hiding in her curtain.

Feeling lonely always made Scagie's stomach growl, soon it was so loud she felt that everyone could hear it. Thinking with her stomach usually got Scagie in trouble, this time was no exception. She raced out, grabbed a turkey leg off a servant's tray, when someone with a blue sash and lots of medals called to her. Not thinking, Scagie tossed her magic up in the air and hid from the tall lean fae.

So it was for a few of the dances. Scagie spent her time either completely hiding behind the curtain's along the wall, or peaking out from them. She didn't know it, but she was entranced, fascinated by the jewelry, the gold and silver medals, the beauty of the Spring Court. Even the music, which Scagie as an ork hated by the rules, was more than tolerable, and it felt good. After an hour or so, Scagie's stomach got the better of her again. She tried to fight it, but something that smelt of chocolate lured her out of hiding. In a dash to grab from the tray before it was picked up, Scagie didn't see the lean, dark man watching her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Dancing

"Sigh," the Scagie said to herself. She really didn't know what she was doing, or why she even bothered coming to the Ball. Sure it was one of two times a year that the ball was open, and it was supposed to be open to all of Fairy kind, but when she talked about it her cave mates, her brothers and sisters laughed so hard at her they didn't even try to hit her with clubs, or fists.

Yet, she went anyways. Several times she thought of turning back. That she was going to be very, very alone. Sure, she had tried to clean up like the good human girls in the histories. She even tried to glamour her shift into looking like a dress. That only made it sparkle with the mud and dried leaves that stuck to it. She quickly dropped the glamour, she knew in her heart that she wanted to go to the Ball, but didn't know how. Eventually, after reading the announcement for the hundredth time, the little ork just mashed more mud on herself and used a stick to twist up her knotted hair and made her way to the Equinox Ball.

The Equinox Ball, is held twice a year, once in the Spring, and once in the Fall. The Fall Ball, as it was called, was put on by the Winter court of the Fae as they came into power. Sure, everyone was invited, and like both balls, there was an oath that no one would be harmed or held to hasty oaths, it was still a dull and dreary affair. Ice would cover everything, and the music came from fingers so stiff the musicians might as well be corpses. Being Winter Fae, everyone in the Bog had to be there. The Winter King and Queen would never allow one of their balls to be less that packed. So, ever since she could recall Ma and Pa, her brothers and sisters would grab the biggest club they could, and wandered on the frozen dance floor.

This was different, this was the Spring Ball, Scagie had heard it was a place of beauty, and were everyone fell in love for the night. she wasn't so sure of the last part, what did being punched and kicked have to do with a ball that was supposed to be about dancing but the Spring court were said to be very weird.

Windmills

"Creepy," Sarah said as she shivered upon coming up and over the hill top.

Matt knew it wasn't about the air, or the cold. They were on foot, still a novelty but tiring, more so than if they had flied. Sarah was bundled up in her long pink coat and hat, each with some matching Disney fairy on them, peaking up over fur that lined the coat and hat.

Matt looked up and around, the air was clear not even a cloud. The hills mostly green with grass that didn't grow higher than his ankles, and very little bushes, and no trees. Down in the valley, their destination, was a large farm, an air farm Matt had been told. Their were large, 50 foot and taller white pillars that dotted the earth, and on the tip of each pillar, two or three large white blades that twirled in the air that continually blew through the valley. Air farms, for harnessing the air and putting it to use as human electricity. Matt was shocked, but a part of him knew this was one of the better ways to create electricity.

"It's just windmills"

Sarah looked at Matt with that look that said Matt was being an idiot. "I know that, but that is all there is here. Windmills, no trees, no animals. It's creepy to be here with all this motion, and yet, nothing, no noise, no sounds. Not even a bird chirping, and I thought we were near the ocean, so that should mean seagulls."

Coming out the dragon

"ahh, Mom why can't I go shopping with you?" Matt whined.

"Because, " Mrs. Fiero began, "you haven't been practicing. When you can do this..." Mrs. Fiero shook out her red hair and the glow started at the top of her head, Matt didn't, couldn't look away. "then you can go shopping with me."

Mrs. Fiero looked at her son with a smile, "and maybe go to the park."

Matt soared off to his room, already in his mind he was off running in the park.

Day one? Really?

Isn't that how it's supposed to be? You make all the plans. You buy all the gear. Then you put things down, the plans put away for a day or a week. Only to pick up the plans later, fresh, and go over them again, look for holes, gaps before packing things up and testing your self, your plans.

The timing of your first has to be right. Your mood has to be positive, while your resolve is firm for whatever may come.

Finally you pack up your gear, stopping to consider going over the plans again or getting a bigger piece for the job.

Then, you take that deep breath, one that you may take every time you do this from now on, and with both hands plunge it deep into your objective.

Did you remember to look both ways? Did you check that you pushed it in all the way?  Can you stand the waiting, the anticipation of the authorities putting their gloved hands all over your work? After that will the message still be there for those that can see it?

It's me, in a flash

Flash fiction, flash writing, flash blogging. This is a restart and a separation of some aspects of my thoughts. Here I will try and keep my writing, fiction, or fact, rambling or random. It's not about NanoWriMo, it's not going to be about any kind of structure, it's just me. My thoughts and what not.

Ramble enough? It may end up being a good example of what's to come.