Faerie Fun at the Festival. Part 2.

So, day two kicked off to an amazingly b.e.a.utiful morning. Of course for me that means it was drizzling, dreary, overcast, and that chill in the air that makes you shudder fearing a foul wind? I was goddamn giddy. Unable to sleep we had all woken up early, cleaned, packed, and took off. We were 2.5 hours AHEAD of schedule. At this point it was roughly 6:30 AM. We stopped for a couple cups of coffee and hash-browns, but left still two hours earlier than we expected. I'll spare you kids the next 3 hours of bad jokes and great groaners. Although, there was one very scary moment; the turn off to the only stop we had planned was to an OFF ramp, against the flow of traffic. There was a near collision, but we made it fine and dandy.

Upon arrival we took a half hour to set up our tent, get the cooler stowed, and dressed. Unfortunately by this time the drive had taken it's toll. Of course it was passed 10 in the morning and the Texas sun was already in full force. I decided to skip on wearing the 20lbs of leather and opted for a brown cut off that may resemble a tunic if you don't look too closely and squint a little. Of course E looked cute as hell and Tom was as scary looking as he wanted to be. So, we ventured forth already sweaty, but no less giddy. And damn, did it pay off.

As soon as we stepped inside the large stone arches that scent of fresh black soil, new leather, cooking meats, and perfumed people's made us forget about the cramped car. The idea was simple, today was for browsing and watching the performers, taking note of those things we would purchase later while being able to generously tip the performers for their fine, funny, and raunchy acts. I had a few myself for the samba and gypsy dancers. As well as the sexy fairies that wondered around. Two caught my eye in a way that only really one other woman has before. The first wore blue and silver, petite yet tall she walked with a light step and a bright smile. What caught my eye before noticing even the corded muscle under the cat-suit and delightful way she bounced under the spandex was the dark auburn hair that framed her rich blue eyes. I made a mental note to offer her something fine later. The second...well, who could blame me? Tall, exquisitely muscular, curvy, confident, and very very...green. She was an amazon goddess that left me slack jawed. Unfortunately for me her hand was attached to a male just as arousing. Didn't stop the mead from flowing into several cups and being offered to the happy couple in good faith. They knew what they were doing, unabashedly they let me lavish my attention on them for a good while before Tom and E were a bit...upset. I payed for it with lunch.


Of course...I was in on two secrets from my two compatriots. For Tom, I helped him look for a suitable ring and a well guarded plot where people rarely ventured. Often I would break them away from one another, making sure Tom got his privacy to browse, but as well speaking to E about what time and how the big reveal of her sexy bravado for him would go. Neither saw through my illusions in keeping an eye on the other. It was fantastic. Both of them would glance at the other smiling while thinking about the other's reactions, I would smile at them both happily helping them give each other wonderful presents the next day. While E's present was simply needing time, Tom's gift needed to be found. So, after watching The Steele Sisters and Adam 'Crack' we headed to Sherwood. E's favourite place. It was there we found hair braiders. E, being the giving gal she is insisted that while she waited and got her do that the man and me look around and wait for her to text. This was our chance! We headed off, asking and accosting jewelers of all sorts. It was to little avail at first...after nearly giving up to settle on a jade piece we found a small, unassuming shed of a shop. Inside were the usual fair. Trinkets of decent quality, but nothing outstanding and lavish as the jade. Until Tom spotted it. A small rose, studded with a single sapphire in the base. He knew it was perfect. But we had to act quickly.

So, we managed to purchase the ring, and have it sized.....there was a hitch, however. E was texting furiously waiting at a bridge. I did what any friend would do, gave him the perfect alibi and sent him on his way. It took an hour for the ring to be sized, and the timing was as good as it could have been. Pocketing the thing I saw Tom and E making their way to me, so I did what I always do in a situation like that. Ran towards the nearest sharp and pointy shop and hid. Luckily it was the blacksmith, who only raised an eye-brow when I told them that I had got caught up watching his craft. I was scolded, and we sauntered on to the next act, then towards more drink and more food before the fireworks. A great band played while jugglers walked around the entirety of The Arena, the fire eater took some hecklers on the chin by dashing a harmless bowl of flash powder over their heads, and the fireworks were accompanied by some of the greatest bagpipes you've never heard! Ah....we were so fucking bushed and drunk that we struggled to stay clothed as we walked back to the tent.



This is not where this day ends, however, as the nights festivities continued after the children were asleep and the couple clasped each other tight. But, that'll be for later. That night holds some things that bear more description than the length of this post allows. As for Sunday, it was uneventful comparatively, but deserves full accounts by it's own right due to the love of the happy couple that I attended.