Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Post dated to after the feast)

[curser]

[Have a curiously peering fairy, Drabwurld. It's a close up of one oddly colored green eye before it's drawn away and the rest of the face comes into focus, along with the horns and large wings as a backdrop.]

Is this some form of scrying stone? How curious. And I'm to talk into this?

[She turns to look at a pixie, one who's hovering near her head and giving her directions on how to use the locket.]

And one can address everyone this way? Marvelous.

[The pixie tells her that it's on and that currently everyone can see her and she eyes the locket again, wondering at how this particular bit of magic works.]

Greetings. To those that do not know me, my name is Maleficent. I'm curious to see if a girl has wound up here as well. Golden hair, blue eyes, and quite likely charming those around her. Her name is Aurora and if anyone has seen her, I'd very much appreciate being informed of this.

[She looks to be about to turn the locket off, but there's a small twitch of her lips as she begins talking again.]

I suppose I'd also like to be informed if anyone finds a raven who is not a raven. He's incredibly cheeky, but he's also mine.

[And that would be the end of her speech. No need for pleases and thank yous. Someone's clearly used to being obeyed.]

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[curser]

Well, is that not what a spirit is? The remains of someone who's died?

[It was what she'd learned, after all. The humans spoke of vengeful spirits and she'd seen the wispy remains of some fae in the woods, mostly during solstices.]

There are... spirits that appear as I do?

[Perhaps one of her parents?]

[winterwork]

No, of course that's not— [He actually doesn't know. Other spirits have labeled him as one too, but he never really stopped to consider what that even meant.

He shakes his head, deciding not to get caught up in that.]

I mean, sort of. I've seen images of the Tooth Fairy and she's got wings like yours. Though she's probably a bit more feathery.

[curser]

Tooth fairy?

[Well, that was a peculiar moniker. She could only imagine what a tooth fairy was or what it preferred to do.]

Is she a giant feathery tooth? That would be curious to see.

[Maleficent was now picturing a furry incisor flapping along...]

[winterwork]

Feathery tooth? Geez, no. That's pretty gross. [Though he's laughing at the imagery, slightly admiring her imagination.]

No, she looks almost human, except most of her body is covered in feathers. When kids lose their teeth, they put them under their pillow and at night, the Tooth Fairy comes and takes it, replacing it with money.

[curser]

...

Why on earth would anyone want someone's discarded teeth? Does she make trophies of them. I've seen humans do all sorts of horrid things with the corpses of what they kill.

[Jack, you were so not endearing her to the idea of a possibly weird feathery fairy that hoarded teeth to do who knows what with.]

[winterwork]

I don't know why she takes them. I just know she gives the kids money, so they get something out of it, I guess.

[People have different theories about spirits, but someone here definitely have a rather unique mindset.]

I personally think it's pure bribery to get them to like her, but to each their own, I guess.

[curser]

Why should she care if children like her? Your spirits are a strange lot.

[And she was nothing like them, thank you. She didn't even like children.

Mostly.

Only one.]

[winterwork]

[Why care? Well, that's ... an interesting question.]

I don't know. Maybe—maybe she doesn't want to be alone.

[He doesn't.]

[curser]

One doesn't have to coerce children with currency while stealing their teeth to not be alone.

[Seriously, Jack? So weird.]

[winterwork]

No, I know that. [Like he'd ever shove money at kids to get them to like him. He prefers to do that with snowballs and pretty frost, thank you very much.]

I'm just saying that might be her system of doing things. Everyone has to do something to get noticed. Everyone's alone until you capture someone's attention.

[curser]

Are they?

[Maleficent had never felt alone until the loss of her wings. Then she'd found Diaval. It wasn't until she'd curled inward and turned cold that the creatures of the Moors had shied away from her. They'd eventually come back, but through all of that, she'd had Diaval, so Maleficent couldn't rightly say she'd ever truly been alone, no matter how she may have felt to the contrary.]

I suppose learning how to be ignored must be quite the trick to master.

[winterwork]

Right, that's what it must be—a trick. [As if he's spent all this time by himself, never being noticed on purpose. He rolls his eyes, but he won't comment on it.]

You really think people end up alone only because they choose to be?

[curser]

It has been my experience that one is alone out of one's actions. Often times when one wants to be alone most is when they find themselves crowded. Perhaps it is different for you where your spirits have feathery wings and collect teeth. I cannot say.

[winterwork]

And what did I do to end up that way? [Whoops, this might have been a little more personal.] Plenty of spirits got to be seen. What—was I supposed to want to be by myself to fix it?

[curser]

Now, now. Temper, dear boy. Find the bright side of your predicament. After all, who would necessarily want to be seen by humans? Can the other spirits of your world see you? This feathery tooth spirit?

[winterwork]

[Not so much angry as a tad bit frustrated.] I've only seen a few of them, but they're not exactly the best set of company. They're too good to be seen around smaller spirits like me. Never met the Tooth Fairy either.

[curser]

Too good?

[Well, that sounded utterly ridiculous.]

Then perhaps it's for the best that you're where you are now, if it's attention and validation at your presence you're seeking, yes?

[winterwork]

Geez, you really know how to make me sound really narcissistic, don't you? But yeah, you're not entirely wrong. I do kind of like it here a bit better.

[curser]

Then perhaps they'll grant you the ability to stay. They certainly don't seem to want those who've found their way here to leave yet.

[winterwork]

Yeah, that seems to be the case. What about yourself? Happy with this new little world here or are you aching to leave like most people seem to be?

[curser]

I have obligations back home. I was unaware that I wouldn't be allowed to leave when I desired or I wouldn't have come.

[winterwork]

What, you mean you originally came here by choice?

[curser]

Well, yes. Didn't you? A fairy appeared in the Moors and asked me to come. She told me it was important and as we've fairies where I'm from, I thought perhaps she was new.

As it turns out, I was wrong.

[winterwork]

Huh. I didn't realize people chose to come here. Some imps just grabbed me, threw me in a bag and before I knew it, I was here. Didn't really get much say.

[curser]

Perhaps that is the difference in the factions. One entices its numbers, the other snares them. Have you asked to be returned home?