It’s been a while since I brought anything from Briarhaven….. so here’s something from the continued meddlings of a fairy called Mora 😉 Mora chuckles as she is almost hauled through The Glade, Bug pulling one hand, and Dandy the other. The fae children gabble at her about thorns and silks being torn. “Hang … More Thorns and duty.
Most of you know how much I love words, but also how much difficulty I have explaining myself at times. Haha. So THIS is an attempt at explaining how and why I RP, (roleplay) in SL. I will warn you though… it’s going to be neither short, nor simple. It’s actually something which has … More RP- Chess with words!
A tale from Briarhaven: Mora smiled as she looked over the edge of the balcony at the front of her treehouse. There was much to see going on in the glade below. The everday life of the Glade was always wonderful to observe. There were pockets of fae and pixies chatting, their laughter echoing around … More Daily Life In The Glade
Mora sat on the edge of the balcony around the treehouse and smiled. She closed her eyes as the pale sunlight of the winter morning reached through the leaves of the tree she now called home. A blue-tit landed beside her, its shrill chirping calling out to her. “Hello there, little one!” It was joined … More Where she belongs? – A tale from Briarhaven.
A tale from Briarhaven. Mora saw the guards on the gate whispering, and her interest awoken she went to see what the news was. They nodded to her in recognition as she approached. “Mayhap Mora will know of his plans…” one of them finished saying, and both of the men turned to look at … More A reconnaissance flight.
Mora’s day started like any other. She flung open the balcony doors and stepped out to greet the new day. There was a slight mist in the air, a coldness to suggest the moving of seasons. “Good morning, my friends!” She said brightly and stooped to look at the pots of flowers and plants which … More A simple gift?
Mora flew as fast as possible back to the village. The guards on the gate jumped at the whoosh of air as she flew, but then relaxed when they saw it was only her. They were well used to the comings and goings of the strange fairy. She cleared the walls and landed in the … More Everything has a use.
Mora felt the roof tiles cold under her feet as she sat on the roof of her home, skirts tucked under her, her face turned out to sea. The plantive cry of snipe echoed around the village as it flew towards the woods. She watched it as it flew past, its loneliness shared by her. … More There is always something new to learn… even for a fairy.
Mora gathered some late sunflowers from the pot outside her door. She opted to walk to the market rather than fly and pushed open the gates at the bottom of the stairs. As she tried to walk out, the gate was pushed back into her face. She pushed the gate back harder and stepped out, … More Something strange in the village – A tale from Briarhaven
Mora sighed and slung her quiver and bow over one shoulder as she stepped onto her balcony. She walked to where her plants grew in their pots by the table outside her door. Stooping, she carefully pulled up a tendril from the ivy and coiled one around each wrist. She whispered soft words, almost tuneful … More Look to the skies!