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Yeah that could work! Since this fairy prince like really values Sam's spirit for her otherworldliness. But the fact that he's virtually abducting her sort of tarnishes the value and August's willing sacrifice of whatever he's offers him is essentially worth more.
Also maybe it's worth more because the act is selfless, especially after all of the things he's done for Narissa. And, if he's starting to feel something for Sam at this point, that could also increase his sacrifice's value.
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Oooh those are good. I might use one. And they would make it so the fairy doesn't want to seek revenge on August for stealing his prize and try to take Sam back.
Though the spirit of an otherworlder might be hard to find a suitable replacement for. So maybe him sacrificing something is better? Yay I feel inspired though!
Though the spirit of an otherworlder might be hard to find a suitable replacement for. So maybe him sacrificing something is better? Yay I feel inspired though!
I'm trying to think of a way to get her out. Just pulling her out would be too easy. Like he has to break the ring's enchantment on her, make her hear through the fairy song, and make her aware of what's happening to her. But still figuring out how he has to do it. If you have any ideas feel free to shoot some at me. Might inspire me~
Just to let you know I'm totally making up all of this fairy/fairy ring stuff as I go along ha. Like I'm getting inspiration from actual lore but I'm putting my own twist on it. It's fun~
Moving to a new town that's more than halfway across the country is hard. Moving to a new school just before senior year is also hard. But what's even harder is moving halfway across the country from a big city to a small town, and then starting senior year at a brand new school with a bunch of kids who have basically all grown up together and have concrete groups of friends already formed.
It had been about two months since Clara and her father had arrived in the coastal town of Waverly Bay, California all the way from Chicago, Illinois, and about a month and a half since the school year at Waverly High had started. And Clara could count the number of friends that she had made so far with only one hand. And she didn't even need all five fingers to do so. She had no idea what was wrong with her. But in Chicago, and in all of her old schools, she had had a lot of friends and she had made them rather easily. But here, in Waverly Bay, she just felt...awkward. Like she stuck out like a sore thumb in the worst possible way. Maybe it was because Waverly's atmosphere was so different from Chicago's. Where Chicago had been loud, fast, and hectic, Waverly was quiet, slow, and peaceful. Even for the last month of summer, when tourists came for the beaches and the fishing and everything, it was still relatively sleepy. Also the people were so different. Small town people seemed to know everyone and everything about everyone, and within a week Clara had learned all of her neighbor's names while back in Chicago she had maybe known four of her neighbors in the seventeen years she had lived there. Waverly was also amazingly safe and it wasn't scary to walk alone at night, and there were virtually no big chain stores of restaurants. Everything was Mom and Pop. It was all so different from what she was used to and Clara felt a little bit like an alien in this small town setting.
And the kids, her fellow students, had all grown up with the same people in the same classes every year since kindergarten. And they all knew each other very well and had firm friendships at this point. It was hard to insert herself into such tight groups and to make new friends, and with her second full month in school quickly approaching Clara could say that she had a grand total of two budding friendships. That was why her father had encouraged her to sign up for this overnight, extra credit science camping trip when the opportunity arose a few weeks previous. He said it would give her an opportunity to make some more friends outside of the school environment. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would be easier to get friendly with her classmates while they camped on the beach for one night to chart stars and watch a meteor shower.
Her dad really believed that they could be happy here. And she wanted to believe it, too. She knew that he had been looking for a place to start over for the last few years. Ever since her mom had died when she was fourteen. Still Clara wasn't going to say that she had been particularly thrilled when Jason Pace had told her earlier that year that they were actually moving to California for real. But she never yelled at him, or fought, or hated him for it. They were too close for that. It was lame to say that her dad was her best friend, but it was true. Especially here in Waverly. And he seemed happy with his new teaching job, despite the hour and a half long commute to the college campus, and if he could be happy then surely she could be, too. No matter how much she missed her old room, house, school, friends, and life. So when he had suggested she sign up for the trip she had done so. One of her two new friends, Elise Marlowe, was on the trip, too. Maybe they'd pair up and Elise could introduce her to more people and friendships would form.
Except they didn't get to pick their partners. Mr. Carmichael had paired them up randomly to share a tent and to work on the star charts. He had assigned her to be the partner of Emma Sinclair. Clara knew of her but couldn't say that she actually knew her even a little bit. But Elise and her other new friend Alex had pointed Emma and her group out on her first day, and it was difficult not to notice them. Clara had deduced almost immediately that Emma and her friends were the cool, popular ones of the social hierarchy. The queen bees of Waverly High, if such positions existed. And, for some reason, Clara got the feeling that none of those girls liked her very much. She had no idea why, since she had never spoken to any of them, but she was almost positive that she had felt icy glares coming from those girls whenever she walked past them.
And now she was walking beside one of them along the shore, carrying her shoes in one hand so they didn't get filled with sand and a flashlight in the other. It was dark and cold, and Clara was shivering despite the fact that she was wearing a thick sweater and a jacket over her t-shirt and jeans. Mr. Carmichael had told them to spread out along the beach to chart stars and watch the shower, with plenty of distance between each pair so they had their privacy and no chance of copying off of another group. But Clara was pretty sure that they had been walking for almost an hour, and they were surely way further along the beach than any of the rest of their classmates. It was hard to see in the dark but Clara wasn't sure if she had been to this area of the beach before. She looked over at Emma questioningly. "Don't you think this is a pretty good spot to stop? I mean...it's hard not to have a good view of the sky."
It had been about two months since Clara and her father had arrived in the coastal town of Waverly Bay, California all the way from Chicago, Illinois, and about a month and a half since the school year at Waverly High had started. And Clara could count the number of friends that she had made so far with only one hand. And she didn't even need all five fingers to do so. She had no idea what was wrong with her. But in Chicago, and in all of her old schools, she had had a lot of friends and she had made them rather easily. But here, in Waverly Bay, she just felt...awkward. Like she stuck out like a sore thumb in the worst possible way. Maybe it was because Waverly's atmosphere was so different from Chicago's. Where Chicago had been loud, fast, and hectic, Waverly was quiet, slow, and peaceful. Even for the last month of summer, when tourists came for the beaches and the fishing and everything, it was still relatively sleepy. Also the people were so different. Small town people seemed to know everyone and everything about everyone, and within a week Clara had learned all of her neighbor's names while back in Chicago she had maybe known four of her neighbors in the seventeen years she had lived there. Waverly was also amazingly safe and it wasn't scary to walk alone at night, and there were virtually no big chain stores of restaurants. Everything was Mom and Pop. It was all so different from what she was used to and Clara felt a little bit like an alien in this small town setting.
And the kids, her fellow students, had all grown up with the same people in the same classes every year since kindergarten. And they all knew each other very well and had firm friendships at this point. It was hard to insert herself into such tight groups and to make new friends, and with her second full month in school quickly approaching Clara could say that she had a grand total of two budding friendships. That was why her father had encouraged her to sign up for this overnight, extra credit science camping trip when the opportunity arose a few weeks previous. He said it would give her an opportunity to make some more friends outside of the school environment. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would be easier to get friendly with her classmates while they camped on the beach for one night to chart stars and watch a meteor shower.
Her dad really believed that they could be happy here. And she wanted to believe it, too. She knew that he had been looking for a place to start over for the last few years. Ever since her mom had died when she was fourteen. Still Clara wasn't going to say that she had been particularly thrilled when Jason Pace had told her earlier that year that they were actually moving to California for real. But she never yelled at him, or fought, or hated him for it. They were too close for that. It was lame to say that her dad was her best friend, but it was true. Especially here in Waverly. And he seemed happy with his new teaching job, despite the hour and a half long commute to the college campus, and if he could be happy then surely she could be, too. No matter how much she missed her old room, house, school, friends, and life. So when he had suggested she sign up for the trip she had done so. One of her two new friends, Elise Marlowe, was on the trip, too. Maybe they'd pair up and Elise could introduce her to more people and friendships would form.
Except they didn't get to pick their partners. Mr. Carmichael had paired them up randomly to share a tent and to work on the star charts. He had assigned her to be the partner of Emma Sinclair. Clara knew of her but couldn't say that she actually knew her even a little bit. But Elise and her other new friend Alex had pointed Emma and her group out on her first day, and it was difficult not to notice them. Clara had deduced almost immediately that Emma and her friends were the cool, popular ones of the social hierarchy. The queen bees of Waverly High, if such positions existed. And, for some reason, Clara got the feeling that none of those girls liked her very much. She had no idea why, since she had never spoken to any of them, but she was almost positive that she had felt icy glares coming from those girls whenever she walked past them.
And now she was walking beside one of them along the shore, carrying her shoes in one hand so they didn't get filled with sand and a flashlight in the other. It was dark and cold, and Clara was shivering despite the fact that she was wearing a thick sweater and a jacket over her t-shirt and jeans. Mr. Carmichael had told them to spread out along the beach to chart stars and watch the shower, with plenty of distance between each pair so they had their privacy and no chance of copying off of another group. But Clara was pretty sure that they had been walking for almost an hour, and they were surely way further along the beach than any of the rest of their classmates. It was hard to see in the dark but Clara wasn't sure if she had been to this area of the beach before. She looked over at Emma questioningly. "Don't you think this is a pretty good spot to stop? I mean...it's hard not to have a good view of the sky."
Nora had a slight smile on her face as she observed the Doctor interacting with Ted, and it was when a woman close to them spoke up that she finally looked away. She had noticed the woman wandering about the shelter and talking to people before writing down on her clipboard. Nora supposed she had been taking everyone's name and doing the headcount that Ted had mentioned earlier, since she asked for their names, and her gaze was flickering between Nora and the Doctor.
The Doctor was the one who spoke up, introducing herself then Nora. Nora noticed the pride in her tone when she announced that she was her friend and it struck her as a little odd. But what else did she expect from the Doctor? Nora gave the other woman a curious sort of look before looked back up at the woman with the clipboard and gently waved with her fingers. "Hi. Nora Clarke." The woman didn't seem to notice, she just jotted the names down before moving along. She had a job to do, after all, and when she was gone Nora looked back to the Doctor and Ted. "Was that the headcount?" she asked the boy, "Can we see that garden now?"
The Doctor was the one who spoke up, introducing herself then Nora. Nora noticed the pride in her tone when she announced that she was her friend and it struck her as a little odd. But what else did she expect from the Doctor? Nora gave the other woman a curious sort of look before looked back up at the woman with the clipboard and gently waved with her fingers. "Hi. Nora Clarke." The woman didn't seem to notice, she just jotted the names down before moving along. She had a job to do, after all, and when she was gone Nora looked back to the Doctor and Ted. "Was that the headcount?" she asked the boy, "Can we see that garden now?"
Narissa was still frowning, still extremely displeased with the Marshal and by all of these new surprises in her plan. But her eyes softened somewhat when Raquelle's face appeared in the mirror. Some of this plan and her schemes were for Raquelle. She would have a kingdom and a prince when all of this was over. But that was still quite aways off and they had business to attend to.
"The girl who arrived with the Marshal," Narissa began, urgent and quiet. "This Samantha Shea. Derrick told me she was a Verinian that was helping him and could be trusted, but I want a second opinion. Tell me about her. What do you think of her?"
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Sam gave August no inclination that she could hear or see him. In the middle of the mushroom circle she was spinning and swaying gently, as though she could hear music, and she had an easy smile spread across her lips and occasionally laughed contentedly. But her gray eyes were completely vacant, just staring ahead of her without seeing.
"She cannot hear you. And she cannot get out on her own," a quiet voice said in reply to August. It was a very small, very young looking girl, curled up on a boulder in the clearing and hugging her knees to her chest. She was very thin and only about a foot tall, and her features were fair and delicate. She wore a loose white dress made of material that looked as soft as flower petals, but there were no shoes on her feet. She had skin as pale as moonlight and long silvery blonde hair that fell past her shoulders to the small of her back, while her eyes were violet and doe like. They looked very wise and sad, and the effect was rather unnerving on such a young looking face.
The little girl was watching Sam in the fairy ring with a melancholic expression and continued speaking. "Some fairies are more malevolent than others." She shook her head, almost disapprovingly. "And one of them really likes her, noticed her right away when she was on the fairy roads. It isn't often that an otherworlder comes so close..." She blinked her large eyes and looked up at August. "She followed the wisps, the ones that were sent for her. I wanted to stop them..." The little fairy girl sounded pained, guilty, and she looked back at the girl in the ring. "And now she's trapped in the ring's enchantment. She is halfway gone now. Her spirit is, at least. Into the fairy realm." Her eyes flickered back to the Marshal. "She cannot get out without help."
In the ring Sam was still smiling and dancing to the music that was only faint to those outside of the ring, but drowned out everything else for her. But tears had started to fall from her misty eyes and roll down her cheeks.
"The girl who arrived with the Marshal," Narissa began, urgent and quiet. "This Samantha Shea. Derrick told me she was a Verinian that was helping him and could be trusted, but I want a second opinion. Tell me about her. What do you think of her?"
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Sam gave August no inclination that she could hear or see him. In the middle of the mushroom circle she was spinning and swaying gently, as though she could hear music, and she had an easy smile spread across her lips and occasionally laughed contentedly. But her gray eyes were completely vacant, just staring ahead of her without seeing.
"She cannot hear you. And she cannot get out on her own," a quiet voice said in reply to August. It was a very small, very young looking girl, curled up on a boulder in the clearing and hugging her knees to her chest. She was very thin and only about a foot tall, and her features were fair and delicate. She wore a loose white dress made of material that looked as soft as flower petals, but there were no shoes on her feet. She had skin as pale as moonlight and long silvery blonde hair that fell past her shoulders to the small of her back, while her eyes were violet and doe like. They looked very wise and sad, and the effect was rather unnerving on such a young looking face.
The little girl was watching Sam in the fairy ring with a melancholic expression and continued speaking. "Some fairies are more malevolent than others." She shook her head, almost disapprovingly. "And one of them really likes her, noticed her right away when she was on the fairy roads. It isn't often that an otherworlder comes so close..." She blinked her large eyes and looked up at August. "She followed the wisps, the ones that were sent for her. I wanted to stop them..." The little fairy girl sounded pained, guilty, and she looked back at the girl in the ring. "And now she's trapped in the ring's enchantment. She is halfway gone now. Her spirit is, at least. Into the fairy realm." Her eyes flickered back to the Marshal. "She cannot get out without help."
In the ring Sam was still smiling and dancing to the music that was only faint to those outside of the ring, but drowned out everything else for her. But tears had started to fall from her misty eyes and roll down her cheeks.
Ted told her that his parents weren't here in the shelter with him. A simple enough answer. Perhaps they had been home and he had been out on the street and had found the closest shelter possible. He could have been with friends or something. But if that was the case wouldn't at least some of his friends be here, too? Nora's brow furrowed a bit in concern as she took in the way he kicked his feet and looked at her while biting his lip. There was more to it than just the simple "No." She sat up a little straighter and was about to ask him where his parents were when the Doctor reappeared with pillows and blankets.
She was speaking and Nora turned her gaze away from Ted, a little reluctantly, to look at her as she spoke. Her friend went quiet for a moment as she looked between Nora and Ted and asked what she had missed. Nora looked back at Ted and smiled. "Ted, this is my friend. The Doctor. She's the one who's sort of taking me on this holiday. Doctor this is Ted. He's going to show me the garden upstairs in a bit."
She was speaking and Nora turned her gaze away from Ted, a little reluctantly, to look at her as she spoke. Her friend went quiet for a moment as she looked between Nora and Ted and asked what she had missed. Nora looked back at Ted and smiled. "Ted, this is my friend. The Doctor. She's the one who's sort of taking me on this holiday. Doctor this is Ted. He's going to show me the garden upstairs in a bit."
"Yeah I noticed all of the shoveling when I was walking through town with my friend," Nora said when he stated that they hadn't finished cleaning up the last storm's snow. Ted was talking about some sort of garden where he liked to watch the storms and offered to take her to see the gardens herself in a little while. Nora smiled. "That does sound cool," she replied in an agreeable tone. Yeah, I'd love to see the garden. Thanks, Ted."
She smiled at her new acquaintance, then glanced over to see where the Doctor had gone. She had told Nora she was going to get some blankets, and she could now see the other woman in the queue, speaking to some of the other people around her. Adults mostly. That made a thought pop into her head, and she looked back at Ted, who seemed to be sitting all by himself on a cot, before glancing around nearby. Surely if his mother and father were here at least one would stay close. "Ted, are your parents with you?" Nora asked curiously as she looked back at him.
She smiled at her new acquaintance, then glanced over to see where the Doctor had gone. She had told Nora she was going to get some blankets, and she could now see the other woman in the queue, speaking to some of the other people around her. Adults mostly. That made a thought pop into her head, and she looked back at Ted, who seemed to be sitting all by himself on a cot, before glancing around nearby. Surely if his mother and father were here at least one would stay close. "Ted, are your parents with you?" Nora asked curiously as she looked back at him.
Nora had unraveled her scarf from around her neck and had set it beside her, as well as removed her warmers and shrugged the coat off. She gave the boy all of her attention, waving back as he did. "Hi Ted," she said, leaning forward and propping her elbows on her knees. "My name's Nora." He didn't really ask if she wasn't from around here. Ted stated it and it made her smile.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked and laughed a little. "No, I'm not. Just passing through, really. I'm sort of...on holiday. So I guess that makes me a tourist. My friend told me I had to try your cocoa, so here I am. And now I'm experiencing my first snow storm. It's a bit exciting." Nora smiled and peered at the boy. "So, Ted. what about you? I'm guessing that you are from around here." She rested her chin on the heel of her hand. "And it's not your first snow storm, either."
"Is it that obvious?" she asked and laughed a little. "No, I'm not. Just passing through, really. I'm sort of...on holiday. So I guess that makes me a tourist. My friend told me I had to try your cocoa, so here I am. And now I'm experiencing my first snow storm. It's a bit exciting." Nora smiled and peered at the boy. "So, Ted. what about you? I'm guessing that you are from around here." She rested her chin on the heel of her hand. "And it's not your first snow storm, either."
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