It was a beautiful day In February. Perfect for a fair. Throw in 4 of Nikki's guys and you have a rip roaring good time. We walked. We ate. We looked at people and swords. We were on a sword quest for one of her co-workers. Gave us purpose and a reason to dip into all the great tents.
This post features the people of the Renaissance Fair. They are so into their character, that I sometimes feel that is who they always are. The King and Queen? Come on. What else could they be? Lots of bellies at the fair. Some very pretty. Some should never see the light of day. This is one of the pretty ones...
|"...beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Brothers Karamazov)
|"Tired of knowing everything without ever being sure"|
|"Is willing to accept that she creates her own reality except for some of the parts where she can't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking"|
|"...with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the night."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Yasmine Galenorn (Night Myst)
|"Straightway he was a commonplace boy, with a rough broad-brimmed straw hat, through which brim the sun shone from behind."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ George MacDonald
|"They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Nicole Krauss