Post by Queen Annette on Mar 20, 2011 15:36:15 GMT -5
It was rare that the Queen of the Seelie, the Red Queen, dropped her scarlet hue in favor of anything else. But today she had, she was dipped in white. Her gown was of her usual taste, a sharp V along her neckline baring her flesh, leaving little to be imagined. No sleeves or back to seen for only a small piece of moiré held the dress around her neck. The gown gave way, from a tight form fitting top to a lustrous flow of silken waves that fell over her feet. The bottom of the dress was trimmed in scarlet, as she walked two pixies fluttered behind her, holding her dress so it would not drag through the grass. The Queen was never without the glitter of precious gems decorating her garb, diamonds sewn into the charmeuse in elaborate designs. She wore stiletto heels, though they could not be seen her height was impressive. Slight glamour had dyed the waves of crimson rose of her hair to a pure white and her red eye lashes, black. Her eyes also lacked the image of a rose bud, but instead a distant white in the middle of her pupil. She looked seraphic, ethereal in the way that she appeared to glow white.
She took her seat, a high seated throne beneath the tent, raised at the opposite end of the entertainment stage. The music silenced and horns called for the attention of the crowd. Silence came quickly and Annette beamed out over the denizens of Alanor. ”I am Queen Annette, Princess of Striae and Blood, Mistress of Slight Illusion, and the Fae of Reticent Fury.” Her voice boomed over the crowd, swelling with pride and power at the mention of her Goblin Blade title. ”I welcome you all to the Festival of Imbolc. Today we honor Skylla, our Fate and caretaker, as we ask for her to bestow the magic of rebirth, the essence of spring upon this land! I invite you all, Seelie and Unseelie, Shining and Darkling, Sidhe, Nimbus, or Garlanger, to partake in the food, the drinks and the music. Come night fall we shall light the ceremonial blaze, a bonfire that shall melt away the ice left from winter and usher in the warmth of the spring time. I wish you all well…”
Her voice silenced and chatter began once more, a loudness washing over the crowd. She settled back into the throne, accepting a golden goblet from a servant. She drank and smiled satisfactorily, her gaze dancing over the bards who danced and sang.
She took her seat, a high seated throne beneath the tent, raised at the opposite end of the entertainment stage. The music silenced and horns called for the attention of the crowd. Silence came quickly and Annette beamed out over the denizens of Alanor. ”I am Queen Annette, Princess of Striae and Blood, Mistress of Slight Illusion, and the Fae of Reticent Fury.” Her voice boomed over the crowd, swelling with pride and power at the mention of her Goblin Blade title. ”I welcome you all to the Festival of Imbolc. Today we honor Skylla, our Fate and caretaker, as we ask for her to bestow the magic of rebirth, the essence of spring upon this land! I invite you all, Seelie and Unseelie, Shining and Darkling, Sidhe, Nimbus, or Garlanger, to partake in the food, the drinks and the music. Come night fall we shall light the ceremonial blaze, a bonfire that shall melt away the ice left from winter and usher in the warmth of the spring time. I wish you all well…”
Her voice silenced and chatter began once more, a loudness washing over the crowd. She settled back into the throne, accepting a golden goblet from a servant. She drank and smiled satisfactorily, her gaze dancing over the bards who danced and sang.