Source: The love-child of the Spring
Bee Dumpling and SolasNaGealai, the creators and owners of Silvan Moon Designs, share their reasons to sponsor the Faire, talk about their collaboration and creation process, offer sneak peeks to their Faire-wares and reveal their favourite Faire memories!
What made you decide to become a sponsor for the Faire?
Solas: As others, Cancer has touched my life and the ones I love in many ways. It’s an honor to play such a big role in Fantasy Faire and help towards the many dollars needed for treatment and research.
Bee: This will be my third year as a sponsor, but my first with Silvan Moon Designs. I look forward to this time each April and it is my most favorite event ever in Second Life. The love, compassion, and camaraderie is truly wonderful. Together, we will beat Cancer!
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Source: Singing only for your eyes
Check out this wonderful post by Laura Blues of the Fairy God Mother Gown.
– Quem é você, diga logo… – Who are you, tell me now…
– Que eu quero saber o seu jogo… – I want to play your game…
– Que eu quero morrer no seu bloco… – I want to get lost in your block…
– Que eu quero me arder no seu fogo. – I want to burn in your fire…
Masked lovers search for each other while the music comes alive, playing the guessing game between drinks and dances. “I play the tambourine”, hints the tall stranger. “I prefer the guitar”, she playfully answers from behind the feathers of her mask.
The Carnival is a vibrant, wonderful celebration in the tropical lands where my roots used to lay. Tonight I celebrate it…
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Source: In the Belly
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland.
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work.
There is definitely something wrong with this picture.
There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend the naming ceremony of some ridiculous little mortal baby, who’ll grow up into a pampered princess, do something stupid, and then end up having to be rescued by a Handsome Prince ™. It’s really enough to give a Faery Godmother pause.
I mean, here I am with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, so to speak….
I mean, here I am with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, so to speak…. and I spend them giving gifts like beauty, patience, and wisdom to indolent little twerps…
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