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With My Own Two Eyes, open
|The Seelie Queen||
Posted: Feb 8, 2018 | 12:46 am
A small woman, easily mistaken for a child even if one were quite close, stood in front of a man playing an unusual instrument. It had a long wooden piece in the middle sort of like a guitar with two smaller ones on the sides. Several strings stood taunt down the middle, and the man plucked them at an incredible speed using both of his thumbs and forefingers. Some might have called him a master of his art. The woman staring up at him with a beady expression felt he had a certain sliver of talent. Her preposterously red hair swayed ever so faintly as if there were some indiscernible breeze in the air that also happened to be keeping time with the music.
She recognized the instrument on sight as a kora. Her lips curled up at the corners as each note danced away from the strings, pouncing on a passerby. Most of whom didn’t give the note a second thought. The ungrateful humans raised their collars, and marched on by. Perhaps they thought the world would end in a blaze of fire if they didn’t run right to the poorly lit cage they called working place. Her knowing smile shifted to a sneer.
While her mind was on the subject of poor lighting, it didn’t matter much that above ground the sky was currently overcast. Down here it was difficult to tell one way or another that the clouds outside warned of impending rain (and had all morning though they had, thus far, declined to spill a single drop). Everything was astonishingly illuminated by those unpleasant overhead lights. Sickly, garish things they were. An eyesore of the worst magnitude, and, in the perhaps-not-so-humble opinion of the Queen of the Seelie Court, ruining the existence of every living thing that traversed this unnatural cave-tunnel.
Still, the subway tunnels were a prime place to find things that didn’t yet know they belonged with her. So here she was in the midst of unappreciative beings and lighted bulbs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone pause right next to her. Was at last someone showing interest in the intense melody? She turned ever so slightly.
“Do you like the song?” she asked.
Posted: Mar 5, 2018 | 3:56 am
The music had called to her. She didn’t know what the instrument was or how it worked but it was beautiful in the music it made. It reminded her of a harp in a way, but no harp ever made the sounds that this instrument made. The red-haired gentleman playing it was masterful in his skill and Mari found herself stopping to listen to him play. She didn’t have much else to do in this city. Trenton was working, and Mari found herself with a lot of free time, not that she minded, she liked the chance to spread her wings and explore new places.
Thus far she’d found a pizza place she liked and met a witch, although it remained to be seen how good a friend they would be. Mari knew that as a vampire her friendship circle would grow and shrink with the vagrancies of time. It was one of the downsides of being immortal. Friends died all the time. Over and over. Many beings couldn’t handle being immortal. They ended their lives much faster because they grew bored or were devastated when a lover or spouse passed on without them. Mari could understand that. She was so attached to Trenton now she couldn’t imagine her life without him. It was why like today she’d gone with him to New York City. She’d originally come into the subway to go to a restaurant that she’d heard about, but she had to wait for the next car and in the mean time the gentleman with his unique instrument had captured her attention.
As she approached the young man with the intent to pay him, she sensed the other woman watching him was very different than the average subway traveler. Mari’s eyes grew wide for a moment as she took in her appearance. She didn’t know exactly who she was but after all she had experienced in her years of travel she knew she was some variety of fae. Instinctively she smoothed her black slacks and red blouse. Her hair was done in an intricate four strand braid with red and white ribbons laced through it. “I do. It is a wonderful piece. I’ve never seen an instrument like that.” She didn’t want to go on too much while the musician was performing. It had to feel awkward when someone critiqued your performance in front of you as if you weren’t a person, but a robot designed for their amusement. Leaning forward she dropped some money into the receptacle he had for such things. She’d made sure to sandwich in a hundred-dollar bill in between two fives so that it would be found later and not cause him to be robbed by some jerk looking to snatch his hard earnings away.
“I’m Marina. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” There was no attempt to get a name from the woman. She knew better than to do such a thing. It was the height of rudeness to ask such a thing. She’d even made sure to let a hint of her Scottish brogue through, so the other woman could better place her, assuming she’d even think such a thing worth noting. It was always tricky. Give too much away and you risked irritating someone, not give enough and they would dig thinking you had something to hide. Still, she’d hoped that she could find that balance. Her track record thus far had been mostly neutral, which given how temperamental most supernatural beings were was better than average. She still remembered losing a car to a demon, years ago due to mischief on his part. That was neither here nor there however and she forced herself to the present, her features friendly but not overly so as she addressed the woman.
The Seelie Queen
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