Monday, April 29, 2013

UnFaire

Yeah, I know, that Creag, he's such a loser, he never calls, he never writes...

For the last week, I've been hanging out at the Fantasy Faire. I do it every year. Last year's Faire marked my turning Petite, first buying my avi and then winning the Faire auction for the custom male petite head -- which, I've been told, is still the only one ever sold in Second Life. While I'm not a full-time little one, I spend more time little than big these days (which I think is frustrating to certain folks who prefer me in the standard package to the fun-size Creag).

Size aside, though, except when the odd whim strikes me I'm about always a fae, so the Fantasy Faire is really my thing. I love it. I wander, I dance, I shop (at the RFL kiosks so I can tell myself I'm not just buying toys for myself), I chat with passersby, I meet new friends, I meet OLD friends, and I just immerse myself in the amazing builds. This year's may have been the best Fantasy Faire ever. I could just spend hours staring at the amazing builds (Magnificat and Titans' Hollow particularly blew me away this year), and something about it brings my imagination alive and soothes my spirit all at the same time.

So I'm PARTICULARLY unhappy that it's ending.

When I was only a wee sprat of a fae, there was a traveling carnival that used to come to our town every summer. They'd stay a week, and for a week I would be there every day, riding rides, playing games, watching people, eating junk food and having a wonderful time. Then at the end of the week, they'd pack up in the night and the day would dawn on a bare and beaten city park where all the fun had been. I'd feel hollow, like someone had let all the air out of my balloon, and that's how I feel when the Fantasy Faire is over. Come tomorrow, I'll be wandering again in my old haunts, with images of giant lanterns still ringing in my mind and the ghost of childhood cotton candy whispering across my tongue. I wish it could go on longer. I wish it could go on FOREVER. I'll just hold it in my heart, and dream, and wait for the day that the carnival comes back to town.