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Catching the moments – ColeMarie Soliel’s vision of Fantasy Faire

In this lovely machinima, ColeMarie Soliel has brilliantly captured a selection of the moments that made up Fantasy Faire, giving us all chance to remember the places and the people and the events that made up this year’s Fantasy Faire.

Enjoy!

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LitFest Tours Part 4: Tales from Egregore

Over the next few days, we will be publishing stories and poems that were written in response to the different Fairelands and shared with us as a result. But we would still like to add your tales to our collection. So if you wrote a Tale of one of the Fairelands, and would like to add it to our collection, send it to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com before May 31st and we will add it to the relevant pages on the website. And we’ll be selecting some of the Tales for broadcast on Fantasy Faire Radio too!

Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont
Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

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The Fantasy Faire in 4 minutes

My last blogpost on this site for this year, I am a bit sad the Faire has ended, but …I am also grateful to have been a part of it. Two weeks of awesomeness, amazing Fairelands and wonderful people. The places, the parties, the adventures, it should be enough to last for a year and look forward to next spring.

The Fairelands are gone, to their mystical place and though I will miss them it is good as it is.

See you next Spring and for now, please enjoy the memories we all made. I’ve made a 4 minute overview of most of The Faire, hope you like it!

Love ❤

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“Hey Nonny Nonny” – now it can be told!

The “Hey Nonny Nonny” song is now on YouTube for you all to enjoy. There’s a link to the Fantasy Faire site from the video.

Over the next few weeks, I am hoping to edit the footage we have of Much Ado into a series of videos for our new YouTube Channel – so keep checking!

What people may not know is that the song wasn’t originally part of the planned performance. That it exists at all is all thanks to the amazingly talented Zander Greene.

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The Party That Did Not Happen

‘When your back’s to the wall
When you’re starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything’

The end-party of the Fantasy Faire, a gathering of all Fairefolk and party-peeps from allover the grid, did not happen this year.
It was not held on The Rose, and certainly not in the pool. 78+ or more people did not dance and there was no fun. Nope. Nothing. Happened.

And no, I did not film anything. Nada.

Why I love you all

With the Fantasy Faire 2017 nearing its end, we still have some days/hours to wander around the amazing sims and keep making memories of yet another wonderful event.

One of the things, the many things, I love from being part of the Faire is: you all. The Fairefolk. The elves, the dragons, the tinies, the monsters, the wizards, the humans, the furries, the poets, the builders, the hosts, the performers…..everyone. Without you all, there would be no Fantasy Faire.

FF 2017 - San Mora - III
San Mora

I will miss the ongoing 24/7 groupchat, because even though I did not always actively participated in chats, I had the window open and read most of it.
The other night I had time to chat and somehow it ended in an impromptu Gangnam Style party on San Mora, thanks to all who showed up and danced with me!
One of my favourite memories of the Fantasy Faire 2017 was made that night and I have a video to prove it!

I will be around for as long as the Fairelands are here, so no goodbye yet from me, but a ‘see you on the Faire!’

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Dawns Promise

Why I Believe

I know that the tribe of people we collectively refer to as “Fairelanders” are just that. They are people.

It is clear to me that Beryl is not really a big, black cat, no more so than Oldesoul is a tiny, grey one. I know that Gar is not a dragon, and Sonya is not a bunny. Alia is not a Fallen God, no more than David is a demon nor Kasi a drow.  I know that Avariel is not a unicorn, Zaps is not a mermaid, and Vasa is not a satyr. Encaiteron is neither a Tookie (whatever the heck that is!) nor a detective.

And I know that the Boss Fairy, Elizabeth is not – well, no. I am pretty sure she actually IS a fairy. Still!

I know these things, and yet…

As the Faire has risen from the virtual mists each year for the last nine years – and for that brief, precious window of time before they dissipate into mist again – that is precisely who each of these people truly is.

If the internet provides some of us with the opportunity to sink to the lowest level that is within them, to others it affords the chance to rise to the best idea they have of themselves. Unfettered by the mortal coil that was thrust upon them, freed from the constraints of the so-called “real” world, these people lock arms, wings and fins, straighten their whiskers, polish up their horns and set about the doing of a mighty task.

They come to do battle with a monster.

Some have argued that it is not productive, nor accurate to personify cancer in this way. They warn us of the dangers of employing too martial a language in the Survivor’s struggle to get from one day to the next. Maybe they have a point. I leave it to those far wiser than me to say.

But I watched my father battle cancer and that is exactly what it was. It was a battle, one that left him with many a bruise and scar. It was a battle that ultimately claimed his life.

So, when the American Cancer Society sees fit to urge each of us as Relayers to, “Celebrate, Remember, and FIGHT BACK” who am I challenge their choice of words?

And who am I to see the form each of you chooses to take in our shared, magical realms, and hold back so much as an ounce of belief in the deeper truth that form reveals.  The shape you take is the truth of your spirit and there is ample evidence everywhere I look that the truth of that form exists on a level much deeper than the avatars we stroll about in outside the world in which the Fairelands exist.

I Relay with dragons, elves and fairies, with cats both large and small. I Relay with satyrs and unicorns, with angels and demons, mermaids and werewolves and wizards.

If I invest my belief in the forms that take shape before me, it is only because that is the debt I owe to Fairelanders of all shapes, sizes and forms.

Because nine years ago, they did the same for me. I claimed to be something I was not: an organizer of Fantasy Faire.  Fairelanders chose to look past the fact that I had never done anything quite like that before. They believed and-  in the nine years that have followed – they transformed a fiction, a fantasy, into reality.

I believe in magic, because by magic was I transformed from a broken, grieving son into an empowered Faireland Relayer.  Be the best idea of yourself, bring that personification to the Faire.

And I will always believe in you.