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 Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2025 5:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2025 6:43 pm
Quote: 'Time to get to work, then.' Cove thinks with a pleasant greeting for a few early passersby roaming the empty aisles -probably Faire staff rather than attendees- and a polite bob of his head.
Humming contentedly to himself, the shades of blue Kirin Suti stallion known formally as Covellite Excelsior -and informally as simply Cove- set about preparing the booth he had chosen to display his wares in for the day. The current Faire location was prime, by his reckoning if no other, though admittedly all the avenues were equally wide and handsome and well maintained. There was no bad spot for a full or part time vendor at the Faire, at least not one he'd managed to find. But today, his position on this specific row ensured he was within speaking distance to one of the artists he admired most. The Dye Mistress and Potter known as Sovanna had the next booth over, and in fact had asked him to keep an eye on things as she went to collect more of her wares to display. Being a huge admirer of the colors she could provide to dye his own carefully spun yarn, he had delightedly agreed and now went about setting up his displays as if he were walking on air.
To begin, Cove cheerfully flips a roll of fabric onto the wooden surface and gives it a nudge so it unrolls, covering the wood completely and ensuring none of the twists of yarn get caught on a stray splinter. The fabric itself is a neutral hide, meticulously tanned and given a light pebbled texture. It gives a pleasant but neutral background for his colorful hanks to rest on, allowing the colors to be shown to an advantage. With the hide smoothed out over the surface he begins to lay out the yarns, ensuring they're grouped by color within their respective weights. He has a few fancy types he makes sure to organize near the center so they're well showcased, flicking his tail happily as he works. Quote: Returning with her next round of wares, Sovanna stops to consider the hanks of yarn that the stallion is meticulously organizing and settling into the display, warmth kindling in her chest at some of the familiar colors. She recognizes the gradient pink as the work of one of her favorite dye cakes, and is pleased to see her suggestions carried out into such a pretty result.
"I've only really worked on thread, outside of test batches on yarn scraps and such to see how long to recommend for color set. But that's different, and I must admit that it is so nice to see how they turn out with full hanks of yarn." Sovanna remarks in a cheerful tone as she cranes her head to get a better look. "It's a different animal altogether but the color still set well and the whole look is quite pleasing. I hope to pick out some as a gift, if you don't mind." Quote: With a faint bounce of his fore end, the raspberry and white Cheshire son of Underland's Black Market Queen resettled the packs strung across his shoulders into a more comfortable position. Rumple Minze 'Peppermint Cordial', often enough just called Rum by those who knew him, had been given the somewhat dubious honor of delivering wares from the Underland Herd to the Faire in a trade agreement with some of the artists. Today his packs were loaded down with honey, comb and bee pollen from the beekeeper his cousin Devi was so taken with. There were also collections of dried roses, as well as fresh roses and petals from the Princess's own garden. No wonder they'd made such swift progress, considering. With an even pace and minimal distractions they'd managed to leave familiar lands behind and arrived at the Faire for bartering and trade early enough that artists and vendors were still setting up.
Rum made a contemplative sound in his throat as he stepped into the bright clearing of the meadow, ears swiveling forward to catch the distant sound of cheerful chatter and the click of wares. He gave a pleased flick of his tail and then a nod, craning his head back to send an inviting look to his companion.
"Celeste," Rum called to the star-coated mare following at his heels. "We're a little early but I don't think you'll mind, hmm? There's still plenty to see while they begin setting things out. Do you want to wander on your own and see it all starting up, or would you rather come with me to make the delivery first and let things get a little further under way? I don't mind, it would only be for a few minutes before I catch back up with you. I just have to drop these off so I can swear to Devi that everything has safely made it to her destination. If I don't my cousin might take it personally and decide I either lost or ate her hard work and the honey that her love and his bees managed to produce in the apiary. I don't think either of us want to be around if she gets such a thought in her head, because I know it will go badly for me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2025 6:34 pm
Simza & Nene " What are we even doing here, Sim?" Nene grumbled crossly as she padded after her best friend. To the she-wolf, it was frankly too early to be up and moving around, doubly so since they had traveled such a long way to make it to this 'faire' thing. Still, like every other insane idea that came into Simza's head, Nene couldn't find it within herself to deny the star-studded mare anything. A musical little giggle was her only answer for a long moment as Simza ducked her head to nuzzle at the black shewolf's ruff as if to sweeten her temper before she finally replied, " Oh, do not be so grumpy, my beloved. I told you I could manage the trip on my own if you wished to stay behind with Asha. As for why I am here, that lovely tradesman who came through said that the yarns he had for trade he purchased at the last faire that was held. So I thought I simply must come and see for myself!" The crystals along Simza's back flickered with light for a moment as she gazed at Nene happily, " Besides! It is a new adventure!" Nene's lip curled for a moment when Simza spoke of leaving her behind with the cat. As if that was going to happen! Still, they were here now, so there was no use in fussing further. " Alright, alright. Let's go see what they have to offer, yeah?" " Just so! Onwards!!" " Feathers, it ain't that big a deal." Celeste " Hmm? Oh!" Celeste blinks at Rum for a moment as she had to replay back his words before she nodded her attention, having been captured by the sights and sounds before them. " I believe I shall come with you to make the deliveries. I should keep an eye on the roses after all." Of course, they weren't the roses from her own gardens, but they were still Underland roses and as such, Celeste felt a certain responsibility to them. " Unless you'd rather I go?" To be honest, she had been surprised when the request for her to join the trip had come, but Orion had urged her to go, saying that it would be good for her to leave the gardens for a bit, that the company of one of the Cheshire's would keep her safe outside the herd lands. Even as she waited for the response, her attention seemed to wander once more to the gathering. There were just so many sounds and scents and sights!
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2025 8:39 am
Quote: 'Oh good, maybe I'll make it through this whole yet.' The young peppermint chocolate Cheshire thought to himself.
As they walked, Rum gave a quick glance to the path they turned down and then flicked his eyes back to his companion, offering Celeste a playful but mild Cheshire grin. "Very well then, go with me you shall. That way there's two of us to give an account to Devora that her roses and trade goods were delivered with care, and she'll leave my tail and my precious ears alone when I sleep."
The Princess could he vicious when crossed, and Rum had no interest on being the wrong side of his cousin when her roses were on the line. Just as he was about to articulate such hesitation, the sound of heavy steps and approaching bells drew him up short with a surprised sound and a cautionary murmur. "Wait, Celeste." Quote: Moving in a steady, deliberate manner in deference to the weight settled precisely over his back, Nahale made his way down the broadest main avenue of the Faire with pieces of the stage strapped to his back and heaped on the litter that dragged behind him. As he paced along, he lifted his head slightly higher so the mice clinging to his forelock and antlers could have the clearest possible view, all the better to direct him along. Heavy ears flicked and swiveled to catch the soft squeaking voices, the Talbuk Cerynei stallion rumbled his agreement and understanding to his assistants.
Every fourth step of his heavy hooves was accompanied by a gentle chiming sound, courtesy of the band of bells threaded around his foreleg just above where the heavy feathering took over. The trinket was custom made and one of a kind, courtesy of the Angeni of Bells, Lady Shri LaughingStar who frequented the Faire. Shri had bestowed the gift after presenting several of the individual bells to the delicate lady Mensa, Nahale's chief companion. Due to the fact that she was unable to see, Shri had been thoughtful enough to design a unique bell tone to let Mensa know specifically where Nahale was, at a greater distance than she might normally be able to perceive him.
The Faire crew had quickly grown accustomed to the surprising new addition to Nahale's normal previously near silent, majestic stride. There may have been teasing at first but Nahale certainly had taken no note of it. Anything to help his Lady find him was worth it, as far as he was concerned.
"Yes, yes, to the North Star Stage, I know." Nahale rumbled soothingly at the furry little directors keening into his ears. "Toko, Sage, be calm please. Let's be careful not to run over these fine new guests while we work, shall we? Pardon us, gentle folk." Quote: Distracted from his evaluation of the stallion's heavy burden, Rum finds his eyes focused upward on the white and pale green mice clinging to the fluffy smoky-blue forelock and the twisting charcoal-dark horns. They both seem to be speaking simultaneously, alternating between squeaking shrill directions, gesturing with little paws, and grasping for a steadying grip when the stallion turned, raised or lowered his head unexpectedly, or generally seemed to pose some risk to their somewhat precarious perches.
"Pardon us," Rum replied in a slightly distracted tone when he heard the stallion address them, nodding in response. "By all means, please continue on. We wouldn't want to hinder you." Quote: Fresh off of his latest series of shows and performances at the Journey's End Inn, Morien had once again found his hooves restless. He hadn't been aimlessly wandering in some time, having instead taken a visit back to his family herd and then gone to the Inn to share what news and new material he had. With that behind him, rather than take a break somewhere stagnant, he had elected to once again go wandering in an effort to gain new songs and stories.
The ground had spend away far too easily beneath his hooves, the journey at a run far faster than the light fluttering flight his kin could achieve when they elected to shrink down to their tiny selves. Happy to see another Faire starting up, the gallant hearted, storytelling flutter stallion had enthusiastically detoured. Travel could be set aside for a few days of enjoying the revelry and ambiance of the Faire, so he had instead thrown himself into assisting the vendors with their build. Moving their wares into a new setup was always a production, and he had found that such things went smoother if the artist could organize while volunteers brought them their materials.
As such, Morien trots easily along in Nahale's wake with carefully loaded bags draped over his withers. The paper, scrolls and books contained therein make soft rustling noises now and then, but for the most part the leather compartments are so packed full there's no room for things to be jostled around. Regardless the gentle clink and sigh prompts him to move more carefully, winding wide around the appearance of Faire goers as well as other volunteers that are beginning to move through the slowly emerging market.
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