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You can do it. There's enough room. Go on... pass now. Squeeze through; you can do it. Faster, faster, faster...But listen to him at your peril, for he is immortal & you are not.
This faery is quick & slippery & you must always keep him in your sight.
The green fire of envy & jealousy drives this faery's destructive mischief making. If he lands on your head you may find yourself acting recklessly, taking unusually foolish risks, or succumbing to excesses of vice & gambling.
lonely lakes, longing for a lover. Her song is sad yet irresistibly seductive. Her kiss is cold, tasting of earth. Her hands caress you, hold you, pull you down into the chill waters.
The Fideal sings as she walks through the reeds, calling out to her next lover... leaving you down in the water's cold depths, eyes unseeing, weeds in your mouth...
world once worked in closer harmony. In this faery's presence, we experience a nostalgic yearning for that time... and for all lost hopes and all lost dreams, all that once was or might have been (and may someday be again).
Promises we haven't kept come back to haunt us in this faery's eyes.
particularly in the country, where they love to knot the manes and tails of horses and cattle. For city faeries, it is human hair that they find to be irresistible.
Little faery fingers are busy in the night... and we wake to another bad hair day.
& the buttons were made using Brian's picture of the "Queen Of Bad Faeries". Her domain is the night.
But every shroud has a silver lining. All things must die to be reborn. Just as life grows out of death, good can grow from those things we call bad.
Faeryland is the land of paradox: in light there is darkness; in darkness, light.
True evil exists only in the shadow of man, when he turns his back to the light.
