Faerie World always brought out some interesting characters, and for Aurora's first Faerie World event, she expected no less. She arrived at the gates to the camp-grounds in the mountains of Oregon on a Friday afternoon, the sun beating down on her lightly olive skinned face, to see an array of people dressed in their version of a Good Fairy. Aurora was no exception, her dark hair curled around her face, a turquoise blue silk dress hugging her body, falling just above her knees. Her silver sandals mirrored the sequins in her dress, and a Lord Of The Rings' evening star necklace glinted just between her breasts. On her shoulder, a tiny blue stuffed dragon was attached to her dress. Indeed, she looked every inch of a good, but mischievous, fairy.
Aurora wandered the grounds and gazed at the work and crafts for sale. And occasionally, she caught the eye of a handsome guy dressed as a satyr or wizard, and grinned wickedly. It was during these brief moments that Aurora felt lonely and wished for company.
With nothing better to do, Aurora made her way to the makeshift tavern, Oberon's, for a drink. Music from the stage drift over the stall, and Aurora shamelessly flirted with two of the so-called bartenders. However, as the hour became later, more people began to come in for a drink, and Aurora sighed, resigning herself to a table.
"May I join you?" said a somewhat deep voice. It was a voice that felt both strange and familiar all at once, harsh like stone, but also smooth like velvet. Aurora turned, and saw herself looked at a young man dressed as a satyr. A pair of fake horns adorned his dark blond hair, a vest of crimson linen covered what appeared to be a somewhat hairy chest, and his furry pants ended in black hooves. He carried a staff in one hand and a tankard in another. In fact, the only thing that was a bit disorienting about his costume was the pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes.
"Please, by all means, join me," Aurora said, gesturing to the seat across from her.
"Thank you" he said, and sat down. "How are you enjoying yourself?"
"Truth be told, I am feeling a bit lonely," Aurora commented, feeling a bit dejected.
A look of concern seemed to pass over the young man's face. "You are here alone?"
Aurora nodded, playing with her plastic cup of white wine.
"Well, let's see if we can remedy that. What is your name?"
"Aurora."
"Well, I am Michael. It is very nice to meet you."
Aurora felt herself smile as a smile as bright as the sun lit up Michael's face. She also felt herself blush.
'She is pretty when she blushes,'
thought Michael.
They made light conversation for a bit, until Aurora caught one of the "wenches" putting up something.
"Oh! How beautiful!" she exclaimed commenting on a hand made leather mask to look like a dragon. Michael had to chuckle, her reaction had been adorable. He watched her delight with amusement as she looked at other masks, but always coming back to the dragon one.
"It would be perfect for the dark fairy day tomorrow," he commented.
"It would, but I already have something set for tomorrow," she replied.
Michael got up, catching one of her hands lightly. He felt a jolt as his fingers touched hers, and noticed little goosebumps on her skin.
"Let's wander a bit, and you can think about it."
Aurora nodded, looking suddenly shy. They both rose from the table, Michael grabbing the staff that he had lain on the ground, and Aurora adjusting her wings.
As they walked, Aurora noticed Michael leaning heavily on the staff.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"I am fine, something is wrong with my nerves in my right foot," Michael said, shrugging it off. "Where shall we wander to?"
Aurora was about to answer when a familiar song filled the air.
"OH! It's 'Tam Lin!'" she cried.
Michael chuckled, "I'm sorry?"
"The song! It's Tricky Pixie that is playing right now! I love this song!" Aurora exclaimed, her body leaning towards the area of the stage.
"Let's head that way, then, and sit and listen."
Aurora led the way, keeping her pace slow so she could walk beside Michael. They found a spot on the ground that was partially shaded by the overhang set up for people listening to the main stage. Aurora was singing along softly to the song.
" 'I forbid ye maidens all, to let fly your lovely hair...'" she gently sang, her voice low, soft and smooth like silk. Her hair played around her lips, and Aurora gently turned to find Michael looking at her. Beneath his sunglasses, Aurora felt her eyes meeting his, and Michael leaned towards her.
Their lips met softly, almost chastely, as Michael's hand reached up to cup Aurora's face. She could faintly taste the mead that he had been drinking earlier as his tongue slipped gently past her pink lips.
As gently and suddenly as the kiss had started, it ended. Michael drew back, and a playful smile crossed his lips.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist," he said.
"It's fine. But today is Good Fairy Day, and I should be good," Aurora commented wickedly.
"Mmmm, but you taste so good," Michael whispered, leaning back towards her.
"And so do you," Aurora said softly. But she restrained Michael gently. "But I let you have all of me now, what's going to make you come back for more?"
