![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Feri work babbling.
So there's this fae fellow I know. And the more I talk to him (male pronoun used because it is usually the least wrong of them), the more I'm sure I've known him for a good while, it's just that I've only recently gotten organised about it.
We made a deal a while back, in the working![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yezida ran at the first training session. He wants a face. We went back and forth about this for a goodly while. (I still need to go dancing; I'm not sure when I'll be up for trying that. I managed to get the bare minimum in by my deadline.)
Thorn says fairly often that she asked Victor Anderson what the fae wanted of her, and got the answer "For you to be more fully human." To become more fey and more human simultaneously; one of those paradoxen.
I put on my faerie face. His faerie face.
I think the most profound thing I noticed about that was that I looked more like myself. And I found myself thinking about that as I explored it: the notion that I looked more like myself with sparkly green skin around my eye was sort of interesting. That was one of the thoughts that skittered around a great deal.
The other one was "With which eye?"
The mask was a half-face one. I don't know, as I work more deeply with this fellow, if it will become full-face; I know that at some point I'm going to be doing crafting and occasional ritual work with hair dye. The cheek with the mask was notably warmer, and prickled. I did not notice any differences in what I was seeing, but nonetheless . . . with which eye?
He was whimsical. I think he will be serious sometimes, but Midsummer was a time for whimsy, and thus worth pursuing that above all other things. It was very easy to keep Vital Body alignment with him hanging around, which is worth pondering at -- it makes a good deal of sense to me in ways that I haven't currently worked through enough to articulate (but note in shorthand: ka energy linked to akhu; other denizens of the unseen may share resonances).
(Odd tangential note: green eyeshadow feels male to me. The blue eyeshadow feels female. Not sure how much of that is me being just bizarre, how much is the opinions or presentation of the fellow.)
Blue and green and shadows and watchfulness laced with gold.
That wasn't terribly detailed, really. I needed to write it down, but it doesn't actually seem to say much without the context that's still lodged in my head.
Meanwhile, I have so far resisted the powerful impulse to respond to every single one of the people who have posted a "Post exactly one word to describe me" meme thing with "fnord".
So there's this fae fellow I know. And the more I talk to him (male pronoun used because it is usually the least wrong of them), the more I'm sure I've known him for a good while, it's just that I've only recently gotten organised about it.
We made a deal a while back, in the working
yezida ran at the first training session. He wants a face. We went back and forth about this for a goodly while. (I still need to go dancing; I'm not sure when I'll be up for trying that. I managed to get the bare minimum in by my deadline.)Thorn says fairly often that she asked Victor Anderson what the fae wanted of her, and got the answer "For you to be more fully human." To become more fey and more human simultaneously; one of those paradoxen.
I put on my faerie face. His faerie face.
I think the most profound thing I noticed about that was that I looked more like myself. And I found myself thinking about that as I explored it: the notion that I looked more like myself with sparkly green skin around my eye was sort of interesting. That was one of the thoughts that skittered around a great deal.
The other one was "With which eye?"
The mask was a half-face one. I don't know, as I work more deeply with this fellow, if it will become full-face; I know that at some point I'm going to be doing crafting and occasional ritual work with hair dye. The cheek with the mask was notably warmer, and prickled. I did not notice any differences in what I was seeing, but nonetheless . . . with which eye?
He was whimsical. I think he will be serious sometimes, but Midsummer was a time for whimsy, and thus worth pursuing that above all other things. It was very easy to keep Vital Body alignment with him hanging around, which is worth pondering at -- it makes a good deal of sense to me in ways that I haven't currently worked through enough to articulate (but note in shorthand: ka energy linked to akhu; other denizens of the unseen may share resonances).
(Odd tangential note: green eyeshadow feels male to me. The blue eyeshadow feels female. Not sure how much of that is me being just bizarre, how much is the opinions or presentation of the fellow.)
Blue and green and shadows and watchfulness laced with gold.
That wasn't terribly detailed, really. I needed to write it down, but it doesn't actually seem to say much without the context that's still lodged in my head.
Meanwhile, I have so far resisted the powerful impulse to respond to every single one of the people who have posted a "Post exactly one word to describe me" meme thing with "fnord".
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
I am, as you know, extremely Jealous...
This sounds amazing and like phenominal progress(from what little I know of stuff like this). Really awesome dude.