- “That time of year thou mayst in me behold
- When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
- Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
- In me thou seest the twilight of such day
- As after sunset fadeth in the west,
- Which by and by black night doth take away,
- Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
- In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
- That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
- As the death-bed whereon it must expire
- Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
- This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
- To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
- ― William Shakespeare
- “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
- ― Edith Sitwell
- “Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.”
- ― Sinclair Lewis
- “The season was waning fast
- Our nights were growing cold at last
- I took her to bed with silk and song,
- 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;
- I must prepare my body for passion.'
- 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
- 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:
- A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
- I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
- 'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
- 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared;
- As our longing for love can never be cured.
- Our want is our way and our way is our will,
- We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'
- 'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill...
- This love, our love, that no one can kill.'
- Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
- Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.”
- ― Roman Payne
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"I have waited, locked in slumber, dreaming each minute to wake and feast my eyes upon my beloved. Now my time is here and my eyes open and find you more radiant, more overwhelming than I could possibly have imagined. With each joy comes a spike of sorrow as I realize the truth: My time is borrowed from others and I must have you to myself for as long as I can."
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| Airyana
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"My beautiful first child. My heart aches to be denied the memory of you. I cannot agree with your choices, but I can promise to love you despite them."
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| Narine
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"Hello my darling. Each day you grow stronger and with each breath you are more loved."
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| Cody
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"So sweet, so radiant, as beautiful and loving as a hug, may you always dance with joy little one and know that you are loved by us."
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| Eden
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"Your gifts show your caring and I can tell you it is returned."
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| Carolyn
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"May your Fior Righ go well and without complication and may you attain the glory you seek."
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| Nala
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"So many days we spent together, so many memories and beautiful things shared. May we have many more to come."
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| Baron Dagda
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"A relative newcomer and yet I feel as though I can speak freely with you."
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| Sir Laric ap Scathach
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"Your heart is kind and your compassion seems endless, though perhaps a kinder hand could be taken with your miniature lady."
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| Sir Lonne
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"Can you not, just for a moment consider the feelings of others before you speak?"
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| Baroness D'Arte
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"I thought -I- was a drama queen. Here. You can have the crown."
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| Aisling Foster
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"You seem to have all the keys to happiness and yet you are unhappy. A shame."
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| Uriel
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"It has been too long since we've had a chance to speak, I look forward to meeting the real you."
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| Mongo
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"I wish we spoke more often."
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| Aeris
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Fame
xxxxxAlala Wells co-owns a local club The Sideshow. The real story behind this is stranger than fiction. Local gossip tells the story of the leggy brunette being hired as a bartender and being promoted to club 'manager' within a week. Her new duties seemed less like club management and more like cozying up to the owner, Dyson Wells. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she received a further promotion to 'co-owner' less than a month later when she married the boss.
xxxxxAs the lens of the public eye turns onto her husband, she is dragged into it as well. The real question is: Where did she come from? Who is Alala (Theodorou) Wells? Nothing is known about the young woman, save she was pretty close to penniless when she rolled into town. How did she manage to snag a husband like Dyson Wells? While Dyson remains a media darling, more and more rumors are beginning to circulate that the story book romance might have been engineered by a particularly skilled gold digger.
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xxxxxIn the time before memories, when Dream and Earth were one and the same, Flame had a daughter, and her name was Ionae. Crafted from the essence of fire, she was a creature of chaos and greed. Incapable of understanding the perspectives of others or considering that they even have feelings or desires of their own. She left villages burnt and broken, lives forever changed taking items or people as she wished without ever considering the cost to the lives she impacted. It was ignorance alone that saved her from being truly evil.
xxxxxShe came upon a small village led by a wise woman. The particular details of the dispute are lost in most retellings, but the aftermath, that is still spoken of in the ancient myths of Greece. The woman, revealed to be a will worker transformed Ionae into the body of a cow while she and her coven gathered to determine the best way to heal the critical imbalance they sensed within their captive. Thinking that they could fix the fiery creature, they attempted to bring to the surface other, stabilizing elements to balance the fire. Unknowing what it was they were dealing with, their attempt to fix her, shattered her soul. Instead of bringing a balance, they merely forced her into a cycle of constant extremes. With each Equinox or Solstice, her form would die and be reborn crafted in the element dominant to the new Season.
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xxxxxWord of Ionae's exploits before coming to Prospect read less like a sidhe and more like one of the commoner kith. Not that she went untitled. She underwent her Fior Ridh and passed easily, however, she showed a singular lack of drive or ambition in political circles. More often than not she was Knight Errant, without a liege, driftless and solitary. She performed a number of reacquisitions, returning stolen objects to their rightful owners in service to House Fiona. Her changeable nature and the inevitable explosion of Summer's fury left her unable to form lasting bonds -- until her service with Baroness Belamy the Strange ni Fiona in Caer du Coeur in the hills of Mundane Kentucky. The Baroness was able to handle the variegating personalities of Ionae and kept her in service for more than a year. Only when the grump was lost to banality, did Ionae move on. Shortly afterward, she found herself in Prospect.
xxxxxOnce in Prospect, her rise to power was meteoric. While there was talk, briefly, of a possible alliance to a now absent Eiluned, it soon became apparent that she made a political pact with fellow Fiona Leras. What started as a political relationship soon burst into a romantic one as well. After negotiating trade agreements with a pair of caravan runners, she was elevated from Knight to Baroness. The two began a truly whirlwind romance while she was in the guise of Spring and on the day of their marriage, after vows were spoken, Summer made her bold appearance a week before the Solstice. After the transition, the couple continued their rise when their mortal venture The Sideshow erupted into the staggeringly powerful freehold Lions Reach. Soon after, through their continued service to the County, and their dedication to the prosperity of all, they were elevated to Count and Countess during a struggle against the previous Countess Kelira.
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The Seasons
 Spring
Spring, the season of air. Ionae's fae mein takes on a very ethereal quality. Typically silvery blonde, her eyes are most often gray and silver, though there have been the rare occurrence of green. Her glamour manifests as a gentle wind that surrounds her and flares when she gets emotional. Her personality, in a word, is 'distracted'. Her mind is always working, thinking, perceiving. She rapidly gets overwhelmed with data and so overloads and wanders off. Forgetful in the extreme, Spring is flighty, and somewhat fragile. She generally has good intentions and almost no temper to speak of. Spring despises Summer, hating her as the cause for the curse. She is strongly allied with Autumn, and is mildly bothered by Winter, seeing Winter as a source of annoying lovers that she (Spring) gets in trouble for when she forgets about them.
 Summer
Summer is the troublemaker. Angry, furious with her perception of her life having been stolen from her, she manifests with red hair and eyes of molten gold fringed with blue flame. Often her glamour is a wreath of flame that dims and flares with her mood. She hates all the other seasons as she sees them as enjoying "her" life without her permission. She rampages and destroys more often than not. She did love Bellamy as a parental figure and that summer was tempered by it. Her time in Prospect however, saw none of Summer's usual bite. She was more hair triggered, for sure, but her husband's presence was an effective buffer between her temper and the rest of the world.
 Autumn
Autumn, the rule maker, the promise keeper. She manifests in earthen tones. Her body usually formed from precious stones or metals. Her glamour is a heavy thing, a sense of cool weight and pressure. Her appearance in Prospect came as a relief to some after the fiery intensity of Summer. Despite the steadiness of her element, Autumn, surprisingly appeared to be the most fragile and insecure of her personalities, in a near constant state of apology.
 Winter
Winter typically manifests with dark hair highlighted with the colors of the deep waters around the world. Her eyes are almost always a myriad of shades of blue and her glamour manifests in beads of water or chips of ice. She has not yet made an appearance in Prospect and not much is known about her from those who have interacted with her before, other than saying that Winter, supposedly cold, is rather surprisingly loving.
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The Mundane
Theodorou Clan
xxxxxAlala Theodorou's body was taken over by the Sidhe soul Ionae in early June of 2007. She was 16 years old, a child of poverty with a sexually predatory father. Ionae knows next to nothing about her shell's family other than the family was poor and the father SHOULD be dead after the culmination of her dream dance left him screaming and bloody. Word travels, even into the backwaters of rural, northern Florida that missing daughter Alala has married well. Very well. The time is ripe for all those friends and family to come spilling out of the wood work, looking for their piece of her fortune.
Little Miss Sticky Hands
xxxxxIn order to survive on her own, Ionae, in Alala's body, had to learn the craft of the grift, pickpocketing and a little B&E. Looking for a hook? Perhaps you were an old accomplice, perhaps you were a cop on the case to bring her down?
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The County
Court Positions
xxxxxCurrently there are several court positions available to players. These may be viewed at The County of Lion's Reach. If you are interested in a Court Position, please inform us OOC but also keep in mind that IC plays a role in this. Priority of Court Positions goes to active players. At this moment there is the need for commoner Thanes. The Court is open to unique court positions for active and inspired concepts. All court positions are open to Kinain as well as Kithain.
Steed Ranch
xxxxxIonae's main source of dross comes from her ranch, just outside of Lion's Reach, Steeds Crossing. Home to exotic mounts of all types, Ionae is looking for someone to head up the breeding program, as well as to manage the Stables as a business. Trainers, Breeders, handlers are all welcome! If you want to raise quality, rideable chimera, contact Ionae!
Lost In Time Faerie Market
xxxxxThe Faerie Market is currently open. Traders, shop owners, or other Market-type concepts are currently desired. Please keep in mind that the Market was created by, and overseen by, the nobility. Militant anti-noble concepts are likely not a good fit though the general atmosphere is very commoner friendly.
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Player Run Plots
Currently there are several Player Run Plots that are actively in progress. They are as follows. Interest in them should be sent via @mail to Dyson and Alala, even if it is full. We can list you as an alternate and if story/time permits perhaps weave you in.
FrankenMonsters
Plot summary:
xxxxxSomeone is making horrific creations blending dead mundane animals with cybernetic parts and sewing chimera into them to give them unlife. These creatures have attacked fae and killed a few mundane children. Who's doing it? Why are they doing it? How will they be stopped?
Status: 5/5 Slots - FULL
Participants: Chrissy, Aleksander, Christian, Aisling, Reserved
Alternates: Artegal, Cody, Odran
Raiders in the Market
Plot Summary:
xxxxxRaiders are attacking the Lost in Time Marketplace. They've already made off with a small number of items of value and some of the caravans are starting to get nervous. Who are these chimerical raiders? Will they strike again? Where are they coming from?
Status: 5/5 - FULL
Participants: Artegal, Aleksander, Cody, Rodrigo, Odran
Alternates: None
Cursed Objects
Plot Summary:
xxxxxMythical treasures are popping up with crazy powers. Is it too good to be real? What are the consequences? Where are they coming from? Want to find one of them?
Status: 5/5 - FULL
Participants: Nienna, Christian, Cody, Rodrigo, Odran
Alternates: None
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 Nyx, Ionae's Cait Sidhe companion.  Sapphor, Defender Blade of the Third Lord of Dream
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