: A Night Like None Other :
Oct. 28th, 2024 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tircielIt was Lord Tir'Ciel's Seventeenth birthday.
But it was seventeen by fae standards; time after all passed much differently between the realms of Fae and the Human world. For a fae's 17th birthday, centuries may have passed, for time was nearly irrelevant. The Fae did not pay too much mind to the passage of time, after all they were ageless.
But the Court of Whimsy was a far different area of Prismatica-- joy was taken in delight, in wonderment. There was an air of happiness and incadescent frivolity. Even by its very nature, bubbles rose up from the ground, spun of the myriad colours of the rainbow-- flowers covered tree trunks, grass and even lakes; the soft laughter of a brook winding it's way through the near airbourne idylls of this side of the Faewild.
The Ruler of the Faewild took infinite joy in their realm, surveyed it with pleasure and gaiety; Lord Maduin and their family, a young daughter and then there was their brother Prince Tir'Ciel.
Just as loved by the people, the Prince. For all that Lord Maduin was flighty, Prince Tir'Ciel had a solemnity about him, but those pale jade eyes were expressive, capable of expressing emotions. Despite it all, there was still a touch of the wonder about him as well, he could command woodland animals to rise to his command, his touch gentle and his smile kind; where he walked flowers bloomed and the land loved him in a way that perhaps it did not love his sibling.
It was never his idea to have a fete thrown for him, it had been all Maduin's idea.
He was in the chambers in this evening that would feel like it lasted forever, surveying his many garments and worrying a lower lip between his teeth as he considered his options. A little hummingbird fussed about his head while on the bed scampered a legion of moss kittens. "Any excuse for a party." Tir'Ciel murmured to the only other occupant in the room. "I do not humor myself into thinking that this is about me."
But it was seventeen by fae standards; time after all passed much differently between the realms of Fae and the Human world. For a fae's 17th birthday, centuries may have passed, for time was nearly irrelevant. The Fae did not pay too much mind to the passage of time, after all they were ageless.
But the Court of Whimsy was a far different area of Prismatica-- joy was taken in delight, in wonderment. There was an air of happiness and incadescent frivolity. Even by its very nature, bubbles rose up from the ground, spun of the myriad colours of the rainbow-- flowers covered tree trunks, grass and even lakes; the soft laughter of a brook winding it's way through the near airbourne idylls of this side of the Faewild.
The Ruler of the Faewild took infinite joy in their realm, surveyed it with pleasure and gaiety; Lord Maduin and their family, a young daughter and then there was their brother Prince Tir'Ciel.
Just as loved by the people, the Prince. For all that Lord Maduin was flighty, Prince Tir'Ciel had a solemnity about him, but those pale jade eyes were expressive, capable of expressing emotions. Despite it all, there was still a touch of the wonder about him as well, he could command woodland animals to rise to his command, his touch gentle and his smile kind; where he walked flowers bloomed and the land loved him in a way that perhaps it did not love his sibling.
It was never his idea to have a fete thrown for him, it had been all Maduin's idea.
He was in the chambers in this evening that would feel like it lasted forever, surveying his many garments and worrying a lower lip between his teeth as he considered his options. A little hummingbird fussed about his head while on the bed scampered a legion of moss kittens. "Any excuse for a party." Tir'Ciel murmured to the only other occupant in the room. "I do not humor myself into thinking that this is about me."
