One must always learn the ways of the ones before them to be able to create newness, or so I assume. I really don’t pay attention in spell lessons. Apparently following the vibes is frowned upon in certain circles, no pun intended.
My study space may lean more lunar goddess-y, but I am a well rounded witch. I have my crystals and my carved statues that provide my link to the earth. Or that is what I believe my professor said. I just thought they were pretty so I decorated my study space with them.
Now I need to go work on my book of shadows because it is not in fact a book to draw pictures of my favorite shadows in. I need to go study my spells and put the ones I created into the book because I guess they don’t count if I don’t write them down?
Or maybe it is more of a divine bovine? Yes I know it’s been three months since I have posted. It was an unplanned summer break. During my break I spent some time with family and sort of recharged my creative energies. That is not the point though, the point here is I just really wanted to make a post about this pun/wordplay thing that made me chuckle while I was herbally infused. Here is a better look at my face so you can see the bovine beauty in all it’s glory.
The only cute part of my cow self is my tail. It sort of had a mind of it’s own flicking this way and that. Oh well at least you can see my ears and adorable nubby horns.
Welcome to the WTF Record, also known as What The Faire Record. I am your humble reporter, not Phire, and I got word about a scandal before the Faire, something about bribery with Wootberry syrup so I am going undercover at the faire this year trying to find this elusive syrup and find out for myself what makes is so desirable.
I started my journey at the Fairelands Junction where I was immediately distracted by the Worldlings, a personal Faire favorite. There were these portals that I just wanted to climb into but thought better of. Mostly because I have trust issues with portals. Oh, and there was this one worldling that was under water, and I was just waiting for a shark jump scare to happen. I may watch too many scary movies. I also have an irrational fear of being deep in SL waters.
I started my journey to find these elusive wootberries but was easily distracted by a merchant selling fabrics. As a quilter I can never pass by fabric without checking it out!
While I was out, I noticed some wanted posters. I am hoping I can get an interview with the Basement Kitteh Gang before their incarceration, criminals seem like a good source of information on the wootberry syrup.
I stumbled upon a caravan and saw a fortune tellers’ tent and was hoping to glean some information through the spirits, but unfortunately no one appeared to be in the tent, or the caravans. Another dead end it seems.
As I traveled, I noticed some birds feasting away on some berries and I got hopeful till I saw they were just normal berries. I don’t blame the birds though; they did look delicious.
I then tried asking this group of poor things (get it?) but I could make no sense out of anything coming from their beaks, mouths…umm food holes. I tried asking some racoons if they knew anything about wootberries, but they just muttered something about squirrels and their nuts. I didn’t want to know to be honest.
Moving along I asked continued questioning anyone I could. This icy looking horned person just seemed to stare through me. I think we just weren’t on the same plane of existence maybe.
Again, I got distracted, this time by sweet treats. I was hoping maybe one of the delectable pastries was flavored with wootberry to guild me along, but alas they were all your typical flavors. After my snack I was checking alleys and anywhere else I thought the criminal element may be hiding. Still nothing!
Somehow, I ended up underground in the magical area and I thought for sure there had to be some wootberries or wootberry syrup about, but no, and when I resurfaced? Nothing but fungi and forest. No berries of any sort!
While walking through a peaceful forest area I saw a sign for “Secret Stuff” and thought to myself at last! Surely wootberry syrup and wootberries are secret stuff. As I followed the path I ran into this knowledgeable looking owl, who looked a little familiar to me. Have I seen them before? Of course, the path was just a plot to lure me to more distraction with shops galore.
I wandered some more and suddenly found myself underwater in what appeared to be a flooded subway tunnel. I spoke to the fish swimming around the tunnel, but pretty fish don’t always have the best memories.
I then found myself in a candy-coated place of nightmare fuel. Self-preservation being what it is I did not ask any of the malicious looking treats for help. I regularly try to avoid things with sharp teeth that look like they want to take a bite out of me.
I finished my explorations and found no other places that had wootberries or wootberry syrup. Next, I will attempt to interview those I find at the faire that look like they may have information for me!
Yesterday I was a Sun Goddess and today we are channeling the night sky. The tattoo may be the moon goddess one, but I couldn’t choose between the moon and the stars so I went with both. Maybe she is in charge of the new stars in the sky that create the constellations. One of which I learned about during a lecture, talk, history lesson, whatever you want to call it during the faire. I will talk about that in my weekly round up post probably tomorrow. For today how about a closer look at that tattoo ( I went halo-less this time)
I think if I had to choose between releasing the sun and hanging the stars I would choose the stars. The sun doesn’t really change all that often but stars, those are more every changing and in constant flux so your job would never be the same. Granted I am not well versed in all the celestial bodies and could be speaking out my bum. Either way I would make a fabulous star sticker outer and even more so if I looked like this!
Phire Within 