He comes one Saturday evening, bearing apologies.
He promises you change and happiness, and your tongue tastes the lies. But you smile, and nod. What else could you do? When you came here, you were running from his fists and the sound of the seashore. Now, walking hand in hand with the person you most desperately fled from, you can taste salt.
As you walk, the sound of distant waves breaking against rocks speeds up your pulse, and he cheerfully asks if the campus is near the sea. You know it is not, but keep walking as the fog blurs away the world.
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Can you tell me my fortune at EU, please? I’m a poet. I greet everyone and everything, be they crow or person or tree, and give gifts. I surround myself with art and color and flowers, wear shiny things, and sing when I think no one is listening. People and animals often come to me for help. There’s one strange thing about me: I have partial face blindness, so it takes me seven or so times to recognize someone by their looks; instead I recognize them by how they feel.
Just once, the sunlight hits the river at such an angle that you think you can see structures deep within the tea—gold water: spires and rooftops, too far down to be possible. Then a cloud crosses the sun and it’s just a green ribbon of fresh water once more. You’ll always wonder what you missed.
how would I do ?
Hi, I’m curious how I would do in Elsewhere University. I’m a 23 year old saving money to go back to school, my plan is to major in Political Science with the goal of either becoming a politician or a civil rights lawyer. I’m currently studying for one CLEP exam at a time so that I can test out of as many credits as possible before enrolling; I will also be going to a community college first for any general education requirement that I can’t test out of. My local university offers a program that rewards credit based on prior experience, so I’m most likely at Elsewhere University because they offered a better deal. Then again, I’m also very drawn to ghost stories and the unknown; so it’s also possible the folk lore surrounding the school drew me in. I’m self-employed .Mainly I clean houses, but I also have a small babysitting business. I volunteer at an animal rescue and I do a lot community organizing/social activism work during my free time. I’m a volunteer lobbyist during my state’s legislative session . I’m an artist and my style usually gets described as creepy; I take this as compliment since I like spooky things. I’m progressive. Most people describe me as passionate. I make myself look extroverted because of my business and activism work , but I’m actually introverted. I use my study and painting time to recharge. Do I survive?
While trying to locate your cell phone charger, you find that your friend owns an exquisite silver dagger with your full true name engraved on the blade.
Sometimes, fae collectors will trade a copy of a therapeutic scream that you’ve managed to capture. One in particular will give you almost any physical thing (including extremely specific body mods) in exchange for a copy of your specific accent at speaking, whispering, and yelling volumes. But don’t try to cheat them into a second trade or they usually just take your vocal cords to use like windchimes or a xylophone.
How would I do at EU? I’ve always been one for freedom to do my own thing, yet I’m more a follower than a leader. Anarchy with guidelines I call it. I have an unhealthy relationship with storytelling, admiring the words of others then weaving my own. Rule number 1 in my writing: Anythings better than the truth. I tend to blend into the background if you don’t look hard enough(people never do). I have a fascination with history(but only the exciting parts). And I’ve always fancied myself a hero.
A charm for you: a screwdriver, one of the tiny ones meant for hard-to-reach places. Gleaming metal at the tip – at first you think it’s been stripped, but no, it’s been sharpened. There’s blue-green something near the base, but that flakes off easily. What concerns you rather more are the eight notches carved in the hilt, below blocky letters reading FOR TIGHT CORNERS. Still, it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve found at the freecycle booth. Slip it into your pocket.
Seems like a lot of people stay after graduating. There must be plenty of teachers at EU, even with the unique dangers.
It’s hard to leave. It’s terrifying to forget. Not for everyone, but for enough.
How would I do at Elsewhere University? I love to read, write, and learn everything about everything, especially folklore. Once I become especially interested in something I become obsessed, but I’m not one to dabble with powers I do not understand. I am most eloquent in writing, but struggle with spoken communication. I like to sing, especially old Celtic songs. I wear a silver claddagh at all times. I like herbs, cooking, the moon and stars, and the dark. I believe I am protected, somehow.
You read once that the Gentry cannot tell new stories or sing new songs or write new music, and that is why they steal human musicians and storytellers. You don’t know how true it is, but you do know that Gleg is the eighth changeling in your poetry class to get busted for plagiarism in as many weeks, and it’s not any less entertaining than it was the first time.
How often is It that new students won’t follow the rules (keep salt or iron, use a nickname) but through pure oblivious-ness and minding their own business would they leave the campus not affected by anything?
Fairly often. There’s a few thousand students at any given time, and a lot of them just have so much else going on, or deeply ingrained skepticism, or simply poor observational skills. No time to wander in the woods at night, or get sucked into a conversation with the weird lady making leering faces from the water’s edge, or cultivate a trusting relationship with the local birds. A good number of them skate by without issue, just by numbers alone.
A friend of mine of Irish blood once told me I would have been Taken in an instant. I’m a Musician, writing songs and composing melodies, a Wordsmith spinning stories and poems, an Artist, training to tattoo. An Actor, splitting my time between the stage and choir room, but I also work in the shop to build the props and paint the scenes, setting bolts and screws. I dance, too. I carry one notebook for each thing, everywhere I go in a backpack. Stories, Songs, Poetry and Sketchbook. (Cont)
And my hair. I keep it long as possible, preferably to my knees, (Mexican-Apache, cutting hair is said to be bad luck) I like to wear it loose with strands braided, especially with colored threads that sway as I walk. I smell like sawdust and metal, ink always stains my hands, especially fingertips. I have an old iron cross (my family is Catholic) that I’ve had so long I can’t remember who gave it to me. Multiple stories I’ve been told include my father (dead for years) or an old woman.
Honestly all I remember is waking up one day years and years ago and putting it on, having seen it on my nightstand. I love to garden and spend time in nature, the majority of the plants I love tending to such as Rosemary, Foxglove, Sage and other said to keep Them away hang around on my jacket and sometimes pollen sticks to me. I don’t see myself as “gifted” or special, So I don’t think I’d be in any real danger. I always carry lollipops or something else sweet due to blood sugar needs.
It’s an interesting look you’re going for here: the armor of brass and birchbark over tie dye. The scimitar and heelies really tie it together. I dig it.
Things you just know
There are things you just know because somehow you do. There are the things that you have been told by parents and teachers and the like.
Don’t go with strangers. Watch your drink at the bar. Don’t go out in the dark woods alone. Always go with friends when you go drinking.
Then there are the more mundane ones. Whispered while high on whatever was available. scribbled into notebooks and onto leaves for someone who might need it to find. Things you just feel like you need to follow them.
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