It was the first year that I'd been allowed ( and ABLE ) to go to the
Renaissance Faire alone. So I'd gone all out, bodice, skirt, flowers in my
hair, longbow and quiver across my back ( yes, I DO know how to use those )
and a matching vocabulary.
The day had started fine. Got food, watched the procession, had a cookie. Was simply wandering, taking in the sights, trying to decide what to do with my time when I realized that I'd somehow left the Faire behind and was alone on a hill.
Now, I'm not the sort of person who panics easily, if at all. But suddenly being alone, on a hill, and ALONE, will do that to a person.
I took a deep breath. Held it a moment, and let it out again, somehow managing not to scream.
That's when it started snowing.
I mean REALLY snowing.
In less than twenty minutes, it was already hip deep. So I did what any sane person in my situation would do. I climbed onto a rock, draped my thick velvet shawl across my head to keep the snow off and waited.
Occasionally I shook a drift of snow off my shawl and glanced around. On the seventh, maybe eighth, ahh hell, I don't remember, I'd lost track by then, time I did that, I saw a group of what was probably people climbing towards me.
Apparently they'd come from the Faire as well, judging by the costumes. I was on my feet in an instant, waving my shawl over my head, "Hey! Please don't tell me you're lost too!!"
That apparently wasn't the right thing to say, not thirty seconds later there was an... elf apparently, pointing an arrow at me. It was clear that he knew exactly how to use it as well. I smiled sheepishly, holding my hands in front of me, "hey, I'm really not a threat, I'm just lost, and cold, and damp, and I'd REALLY like to go home now."
The arrow didn't waver, the elf didn't appear to move, "What is your name?" I blinked, "Gurienriell Fireheart" I'd apparently practiced my stage name WAY to often. He blinked, "You don't look like an Elf." I heard the capital letter, and nodded, "I'm not. I mean look at me, I'm waaaaay too short for one, and I'm a redhead!" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, this would be a BAD time to get worked up, "Look, fair's fair, what's YOUR name?"
He straightened slightly, "Legolas Greenleaf."
I blinked, ".... no way. This is SO not happening. No WAY. NO WAY. I'm asleep, I'm dreaming, I've got a concussion and the past week has been a dream. THAT'S a good explanation."
That's about when I fainted.
The day had started fine. Got food, watched the procession, had a cookie. Was simply wandering, taking in the sights, trying to decide what to do with my time when I realized that I'd somehow left the Faire behind and was alone on a hill.
Now, I'm not the sort of person who panics easily, if at all. But suddenly being alone, on a hill, and ALONE, will do that to a person.
I took a deep breath. Held it a moment, and let it out again, somehow managing not to scream.
That's when it started snowing.
I mean REALLY snowing.
In less than twenty minutes, it was already hip deep. So I did what any sane person in my situation would do. I climbed onto a rock, draped my thick velvet shawl across my head to keep the snow off and waited.
Occasionally I shook a drift of snow off my shawl and glanced around. On the seventh, maybe eighth, ahh hell, I don't remember, I'd lost track by then, time I did that, I saw a group of what was probably people climbing towards me.
Apparently they'd come from the Faire as well, judging by the costumes. I was on my feet in an instant, waving my shawl over my head, "Hey! Please don't tell me you're lost too!!"
That apparently wasn't the right thing to say, not thirty seconds later there was an... elf apparently, pointing an arrow at me. It was clear that he knew exactly how to use it as well. I smiled sheepishly, holding my hands in front of me, "hey, I'm really not a threat, I'm just lost, and cold, and damp, and I'd REALLY like to go home now."
The arrow didn't waver, the elf didn't appear to move, "What is your name?" I blinked, "Gurienriell Fireheart" I'd apparently practiced my stage name WAY to often. He blinked, "You don't look like an Elf." I heard the capital letter, and nodded, "I'm not. I mean look at me, I'm waaaaay too short for one, and I'm a redhead!" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, this would be a BAD time to get worked up, "Look, fair's fair, what's YOUR name?"
He straightened slightly, "Legolas Greenleaf."
I blinked, ".... no way. This is SO not happening. No WAY. NO WAY. I'm asleep, I'm dreaming, I've got a concussion and the past week has been a dream. THAT'S a good explanation."
That's about when I fainted.