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		<title>CARAAMON: Created page with &#039;My Time with the Seelie&lt;br /&gt; A Ranger&#039;s Tale    One day while hunting in the old woods where few rarely go, I stumbled  across the most wonderful and terrible thing I have ever …&#039;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#039;My Time with the Seelie&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; A Ranger&amp;#039;s Tale    One day while hunting in the old woods where few rarely go, I stumbled  across the most wonderful and terrible thing I have ever …&amp;#039;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Time with the Seelie&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A Ranger&amp;#039;s Tale &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
One day while hunting in the old woods where few rarely go, I stumbled &lt;br /&gt;
across the most wonderful and terrible thing I have ever beheld.  The &lt;br /&gt;
memories are already vanishing from my mind, and I fear that soon they &lt;br /&gt;
will be lost entirely if I do not preserve them in writing.  Even if &lt;br /&gt;
my memory fails me, however, I know that I have forever been changed. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Tracing the steps of a wayward deer, I found a forest clearing I had &lt;br /&gt;
never been in before, though through experience I believed I knew every &lt;br /&gt;
inch of these woods.  The small clearing was carpeted by rings of little &lt;br /&gt;
white fungus stalks with orange-spotted caps.  Beams of light filled &lt;br /&gt;
the air, dappling the forest floor and illuminating specks of dust &lt;br /&gt;
dust, giving it an almost ethereal quality.  As I stepped into the &lt;br /&gt;
clearing, my foot caught in a circle of mushrooms and reality seemed &lt;br /&gt;
to melt away and be replaced by another.  It was there I met the Seelie, &lt;br /&gt;
the most magical of the fae folk. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
As the worlds blurred, I was greeted by a small Seelie faerie that &lt;br /&gt;
introduced herself only as Rose of the Seelie court.  She was tiny, less &lt;br /&gt;
than a foot tall, and would have easily fit into the palm of my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
With wings like a crimson butterfly and dressed in a fine but tiny gown, &lt;br /&gt;
she seemed to be brimming with magic from head to toe.  Her hair and &lt;br /&gt;
clothes matched her namesake, a deep red that was almost purple.  She &lt;br /&gt;
said that she found mortals very amusing, and would like to show me &lt;br /&gt;
the Seelie court since I was already there anyway. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
As I passed through their land, I found it very unusual.  It is the same &lt;br /&gt;
in many ways to the real world, but everything seems more alive, as &lt;br /&gt;
if enchanted by an old and unusual magic.  There are plants there that &lt;br /&gt;
I have never seen before, huge trees, broad leaves, and strange flowers.  &lt;br /&gt;
I am not certain whether it is all a creation of the fae themselves, &lt;br /&gt;
or if it&amp;#039;s another world entirely.  What I do know is that I was not &lt;br /&gt;
able to wander as I pleased -- I once attempted to head north and too &lt;br /&gt;
far away from their court.  However, I simply ended up in the place I &lt;br /&gt;
started, as if I had gone in a circle.  My tiny host chided me. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I met many more of the Seelie fae on my way.  Some wanted me to do &lt;br /&gt;
simple tasks for them, such as fetching water or picking plants.  If I &lt;br /&gt;
pursued these tasks, I often found that they were far more tricky than &lt;br /&gt;
I knew, though some were as simple as they requested.  The fae truly &lt;br /&gt;
seem to place no value whatsoever on material possessions, and will &lt;br /&gt;
regard a shell as highly as a piece of animite.  They seem to treasure &lt;br /&gt;
shiny or colorful things in particular, and once they set their mind &lt;br /&gt;
on something it is very hard to dissuade them.  I lost a copper bracelet &lt;br /&gt;
to one of them once she found she could see her own reflection in it. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
As I made my way through their domain, I met many more of their kin.  &lt;br /&gt;
To watch them at play is more lovely a dance than one you would see &lt;br /&gt;
at a ball, and they sometimes shine with motes of light.  Seelie are &lt;br /&gt;
petty to the point of almost being childish at times, and are quite &lt;br /&gt;
apt to play pranks on visitors to their domain.  More than once I found &lt;br /&gt;
myself tripped suddenly and landing in a stream, or with my hair &lt;br /&gt;
mysteriously tied in pink ribbons.  Trying to hold them responsible for &lt;br /&gt;
anything at all is fairly impossible, and to gain something as basic &lt;br /&gt;
as food to eat, I had to make it all a part of their games. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I found out that though their days seem care-free and fun-filled, they &lt;br /&gt;
are also at war, of sorts, with another faction called the Unseelie.  &lt;br /&gt;
To be honest, I found very little difference between the two except &lt;br /&gt;
that the Seelie show a tiny bit more restraint at the outright malicious &lt;br /&gt;
pranks.  The Seelie hold themselves as better than their kin, and they &lt;br /&gt;
seem to &amp;quot;war&amp;quot; with each other by playing pranks on each other, more &lt;br /&gt;
vicious than most they reserve for their own side.  Frankly, though, &lt;br /&gt;
I did not see much of the Unseelie and I tried to avoid them, as I did &lt;br /&gt;
not want to upset my hosts.  &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Time behaves strangely in the realm of the Seelie.  A day may pass in &lt;br /&gt;
the faerie realm while a year passes in reality, or several years can &lt;br /&gt;
pass in their realm while reality does not move at all.  Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;
phantoms of times past could be seen in their realm, and sometimes &lt;br /&gt;
old wars would spring up around me, fought as intensely as if they were &lt;br /&gt;
real then vanishing upon the first light of dawn.  There were times when &lt;br /&gt;
I felt like a lonely stranger in their world, but other times when they &lt;br /&gt;
welcomed me to feasting and merriment, and I danced with the Faerie &lt;br /&gt;
Queen.  However, though their domain feels timeless, it is not invulner- &lt;br /&gt;
able, because the Unseelie have burned part of their forest and have made &lt;br /&gt;
more than one attempt to poison their waters. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Reality also behaves very strangely in their domain.  There were times &lt;br /&gt;
that I could reach up and touch the stars, which revealed themselves &lt;br /&gt;
to be tiny diamonds shimmering in a black expanse of the finest ebony &lt;br /&gt;
and jet.  Sometimes gravity failed to keep its grasp, and I would float &lt;br /&gt;
helpless until the area decided to right itself again.  At other times &lt;br /&gt;
the trees would come alive and dance with the fae, joined in by the &lt;br /&gt;
rivers and the forest creatures.  At night, the mist clung to the ground &lt;br /&gt;
in whorls and tendrils, flooding the trees with shadow and timelessness, &lt;br /&gt;
and drenching the strange flowers in the morning dew. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
One experience in particular holds a deep memory within my heart.  A &lt;br /&gt;
small faerie gave me a quest to bring her the golden heart of life&amp;#039;s &lt;br /&gt;
stone.  I did not know what she meant, and she would give me no further &lt;br /&gt;
hints, saying that it would spoil the prize.  In time, I decided that &lt;br /&gt;
she meant a geode and eventually found one, but she turned up her nose, &lt;br /&gt;
even when I opened it in front of her and showed her the golden quartz &lt;br /&gt;
inside.  I went off again on my search, asking many, but none would &lt;br /&gt;
give me hints.  Finally I returned to her empty-handed.  When I did, &lt;br /&gt;
she looked at me curiously and said, &amp;quot;Didn&amp;#039;t you know?  I just wanted &lt;br /&gt;
breakfast.&amp;quot;  It turned out that she had really asked for an egg. &lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps the most difficult task of all was to leave their domain.  In &lt;br /&gt;
truth, I very did not want to.  But all dreams must come to an end, and &lt;br /&gt;
I had family to return to.  More difficult than deciding to leave was &lt;br /&gt;
convincing my hosts to let me go.  The Seelie are loath to let guests &lt;br /&gt;
go, especially interesting ones.  I am sure that it would be easier &lt;br /&gt;
to escape if I were more boring.  Eventually I had to treat it as a game &lt;br /&gt;
as well, fooling my hosts into opening a doorway back into reality for &lt;br /&gt;
a game of hide and seek.  As I left, I found my horse still standing &lt;br /&gt;
there, as if I had not been gone even ten minutes. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
If I happen upon that strange forest, I shall try to find them again.  &lt;br /&gt;
But more and more, I have trouble convincing myself it wasn&amp;#039;t all a &lt;br /&gt;
dream. &lt;br /&gt;
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