Morganna Le Faye. First daughter of the Pendragon, former apprentice to Merlin the Alchemist, Lady of Ravenwood Manor. The world is hers; whatever she desires she takes. Is that not the true path to happiness?
"Be faithful, and they will abandon you; be kind, and they will use you; be generous, and they will rob you; love, and they will destroy you. Serve yourself, for no one else will." ~ Morganna Le Faye
As a master of deceit, she has ultimately deceived herself. Morganna lives in a broken world, a broken mind, and a broken heart, and it has driven her to embody the very things that shattered her in the first place. She has crossed the line, her actions are no longer justifiable by her past. The path she has taken was not taken under duress, it was taken by choice.
The only questions that remain are how many will she entice down that path along with her, and is she now too far from the light to ever return?
Dia duit,
~Penny
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Dance the Night Away
See what I found! (Yes, I know I said the next post would be interesting. I lied. In advance, without knowing it. So.)
My cousins taught my brothers and sisters and I an old Regency style dance called the Dutch Skipper. We enjoyed it so much that on Celtic Day at the 2013 OYAN Summer Workshop, we taught it to some of the other attendees. Well, the idea caught on fast. Soon another OYANer taught us the Virginia Reel (or at least one version of it), our faithful Fiddling Gypsy played us a tune, and we all danced right up to midnight curfew.
Unfortunately, I did not get any video. But Emi did! Emichelle was one of the OYANers who hung out with us quite a bit, and she happened to be on hand with her camera during a round of the Virginia Reel.
If you can spot us: Dana is in his kilt, I am in my Scottish Dress, an Seph is in the tan tunic. Our Fiddling Gypsy, Firiel, is, well, fiddling. And my good friend Nairam is in the blue dress (which she made herself, by the way).
And this is the kind of fun we had at OYAN.
Dia duit,
~Penny
My cousins taught my brothers and sisters and I an old Regency style dance called the Dutch Skipper. We enjoyed it so much that on Celtic Day at the 2013 OYAN Summer Workshop, we taught it to some of the other attendees. Well, the idea caught on fast. Soon another OYANer taught us the Virginia Reel (or at least one version of it), our faithful Fiddling Gypsy played us a tune, and we all danced right up to midnight curfew.
Unfortunately, I did not get any video. But Emi did! Emichelle was one of the OYANers who hung out with us quite a bit, and she happened to be on hand with her camera during a round of the Virginia Reel.
If you can spot us: Dana is in his kilt, I am in my Scottish Dress, an Seph is in the tan tunic. Our Fiddling Gypsy, Firiel, is, well, fiddling. And my good friend Nairam is in the blue dress (which she made herself, by the way).
And this is the kind of fun we had at OYAN.
Dia duit,
~Penny
Friday, July 19, 2013
Costume Contest? Comment!
I have wanted to have a costume contest for some time now. Of course, I can't remember why I decided to wait. Whatever the reason, it doesn't seem relevant now so I'm going to press on.I'm considering parameters. Most likely one of the rules will be that there has to be at least one homemade item in the costume ensemble. And, of course, points would be given for modesty. Also the genre would probably be Fantasy, Historical Middle Ages, or Fanta-sci. I would say Steampunk, as well, but Steampunk is such a unique and complex little culture that it almost wouldn't seem fair to include it with the medieval theme. Maybe someday I'll do a sci-fi and Steampunk costume contest.
However...
My dilemma is what I could give as a prize. And that is where you come in. Comment below with your ideas as to what kind of prize I could give to first, second, and third place winners in a Barefoot Bladeweaver costume contest. I can use all the ideas I can get!
Dia duit,
~Penny
Thursday, July 18, 2013
It Cost a Pretty Penny
Well, another non-story/imagination related post. Hm.
In my defense, Dana and I worked on FtGG on Monday with some spectacularly exciting and unexpected story results.
Not to leave you in suspense at all, of course.
Anyway. Hair. I went to the salon yesterday for the first time in a few months. If you have seen my pictures, you've seen that my hair is curly. Perhaps you don't know just how curly it is. Let me enlighten you. REALLY CURLY.
And thus expensive. Lots of hair products go into making my curls very unlike a lion's mane on a bad day. No silicones, no sulfates. Conditioner, leave in conditioner, styling cream... After all that, I get curls like I have in the picture up there. Only after. And then for a few days before they dissolve into frizziness again and I have to wash it.
But I love my hair. It's unpredictable, wild, temperamental, and a lot of work. But I love it anyway and I wouldn't want any other kind of hair.
So yesterday I went to the salon, as I mentioned. Now, every time I got to a salon to get my hair cut, I come out with hair that looks quite different than previously. This does not bother me in the slightest. My hair is far too stubborn to look like anything but itself, even when it looks different. This time, the hair dresser cut my hair shorter, and layered it quite a bit. I'm quite pleased with the result and figured I'd share a couple pics on my blog.
My new haircut, both sides. Happy curls and lots of layers. Now here's hoping I can do the new haircut justice.
Alright. Enough about me. I promise I will do an interesting post next.
Dia duit,
~Penny
In my defense, Dana and I worked on FtGG on Monday with some spectacularly exciting and unexpected story results.
Not to leave you in suspense at all, of course.
Anyway. Hair. I went to the salon yesterday for the first time in a few months. If you have seen my pictures, you've seen that my hair is curly. Perhaps you don't know just how curly it is. Let me enlighten you. REALLY CURLY.
And thus expensive. Lots of hair products go into making my curls very unlike a lion's mane on a bad day. No silicones, no sulfates. Conditioner, leave in conditioner, styling cream... After all that, I get curls like I have in the picture up there. Only after. And then for a few days before they dissolve into frizziness again and I have to wash it.
But I love my hair. It's unpredictable, wild, temperamental, and a lot of work. But I love it anyway and I wouldn't want any other kind of hair.
So yesterday I went to the salon, as I mentioned. Now, every time I got to a salon to get my hair cut, I come out with hair that looks quite different than previously. This does not bother me in the slightest. My hair is far too stubborn to look like anything but itself, even when it looks different. This time, the hair dresser cut my hair shorter, and layered it quite a bit. I'm quite pleased with the result and figured I'd share a couple pics on my blog.
My new haircut, both sides. Happy curls and lots of layers. Now here's hoping I can do the new haircut justice.
Alright. Enough about me. I promise I will do an interesting post next.
Dia duit,
~Penny
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Hello World; I'm back!
I think this must be a record for how long it's taken me to post since the last time I've posted. Explanation?
You got it.
Week One:
OYAN! The 2013 OYAN Summer Workshop, as some of you may know, took place from the 17th to the 22nd of June. I and my brother Seph were the only ones from my family that attended this year, but both Dana and Siani also attended, so we made a good little group, in the end.
As usual, the Workshop was amazing. In four words, inspiring, encouraging, fortifying, and enlightening.
Inspiring. Here's a confession: I had begun to lose faith in my dreams. You know what happens to dreams when you lose faith in them? They slowly, painfully begin to die. I'm the kind of person who dreams big. Enormous, wild dreams of wondrous things -- anything, everything! My Mother has always told me "not to make a big production" of projects I would launch myself into. Being my Mother, she was and still is, quite right. But I had begun to go in the opposite direction, internally discouraging myself from trying for anything too fantastic, settling for second, third, or even fourth best simply to remain 'realistic'. The only thing, believe it or not, that kept me from giving up all together was remembering when Dana told me not to. "Don't give up on your dreams." Every time I became discouraged, I thought of that. (Thanks, Dana, by the way.)
There's something about knowing that others believe in your dreams -- or just in dreaming, for that matter -- that suddenly makes your wildest hopes feel possible. The things you don't dare let yourself believe in, spring to life and beckon to you. And now you feel safe in pursuing them, in making them happen, because you're not alone.
The OYAN Summer Workshop proves that neither I, nor anyone like me, with visions of changing the world through story, are not alone. We are never alone. There are others like us, and they are dreamers, too.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream at night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake to find it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day or dangerous men, for they may act upon their dreams with open eyes to make them possible." ~ T.E. Lawrence
Encouraging. Similar to what I said before, each time I go to OYAN I learn something new. The Workshop gives writers invaluable tools to act upon those wild dreams of ours. Wonderfully insightful teachers, but not just insightful and experienced, but teachers and speakers who truly care about the OYAN community and want to see it flourish. Not only are we allowed to dream, but encouraged to, and given the tools to succeed.
Fortifying. This one is harder to explain, but there is something about being surrounded by not just other writers, but other OYANers that makes one feel like they can take on the entire world fearlessly. The Reunion part of the Workshop strengthens friendships that normally only happen over the internet. You get to see, hear, touch, and embrace those you've come to love, and even those you didn't even know you loved before, in person. Never discount the power of real life, in person interaction with other human beings, folks!
Enlightening. Back to learning something new every time, but in this sense I mean in a less technical sort of way, and a more sobering one. Not only did I see the light, but the darkness, also. The opposition, the enemy, the battle and struggle, both present and future, we are engaged in simply because of the dreams we have. Dangerous dreams, dreams that will change the world. In all honesty; I'm not kidding. And when there are dreams that will change the world, there will be those who want to crush them. People, ideals, the devil himself. It's hard to see some of those forces at work within the community I love so much. It is at the same time, however, something I glad to know of. I don't want to be naïve, and it is a good test of character to see if I -- or anyone for that matter -- will still love even when there is conflict. To know who will support you, and who you must support. And whether or not you'll stick out the fight, or if you'll lower to the enemy's standards, for the latter is far easier.
All in all, the OYAN Summer Workshop (any one of them) is an experience I enjoy and treasure more than words can express.
Week Two:
Home again! We flew home bringing Dana and Siani with us to stay for the rest of the week. So awesome to have them over for that extra bit of time there without the business of the Workshop schedule. Having Ani about in person was great fun. It's only been a year since I saw her, but it felt like it'd been years and ages. It's always great to see her in person, no matter how long it's been since we last saw each other.
We also had Wynni over for a few days, so our house was quite full. (Wynni is awesome, just so y'all know. A happy ray of sunshine. <3) I organized a LARP/IG for that Wednesday, but I'll probably write a blog post on that later.
Week Three:
Ani left, and Dana stuck around for a bit longer. Also great to have him around. He started this routine of going outside every evening around nine to watch the fireflies over the cornfield. Before long I and my brothers started doing it, too, which made for some fascinating conversations, as well as some comfortable silences. You know you're with a good friend when silence is as easily shared as conversation.
Oh, and Gypsy simply adores him. I have absolutely no idea why, but right from the first time she met him, she became attached to him almost as much as she is attached to me. This is strange because normally Gypsy is very much a one person dog. I don't know what it is about Dana that she loves so much, but whatever it is, it's got her hook, line and sinker. She has been quite sullen lately now that she's figured out he isn't coming back, and finds my ball throwing skills deplorable. Which they are, so I can't blame her. Dana is much better at that than I am and she knows it.
I think that's pretty much it for now. I'm sure I left out a few details, but nothing important. Hopefully this is an adequate explanation for my absence.
And don't worry about FtGG. Dana and I will get right back on that very soon.
Dia duit,
~Penny
You got it.
Week One:
OYAN! The 2013 OYAN Summer Workshop, as some of you may know, took place from the 17th to the 22nd of June. I and my brother Seph were the only ones from my family that attended this year, but both Dana and Siani also attended, so we made a good little group, in the end.
As usual, the Workshop was amazing. In four words, inspiring, encouraging, fortifying, and enlightening.
Inspiring. Here's a confession: I had begun to lose faith in my dreams. You know what happens to dreams when you lose faith in them? They slowly, painfully begin to die. I'm the kind of person who dreams big. Enormous, wild dreams of wondrous things -- anything, everything! My Mother has always told me "not to make a big production" of projects I would launch myself into. Being my Mother, she was and still is, quite right. But I had begun to go in the opposite direction, internally discouraging myself from trying for anything too fantastic, settling for second, third, or even fourth best simply to remain 'realistic'. The only thing, believe it or not, that kept me from giving up all together was remembering when Dana told me not to. "Don't give up on your dreams." Every time I became discouraged, I thought of that. (Thanks, Dana, by the way.)
There's something about knowing that others believe in your dreams -- or just in dreaming, for that matter -- that suddenly makes your wildest hopes feel possible. The things you don't dare let yourself believe in, spring to life and beckon to you. And now you feel safe in pursuing them, in making them happen, because you're not alone.
The OYAN Summer Workshop proves that neither I, nor anyone like me, with visions of changing the world through story, are not alone. We are never alone. There are others like us, and they are dreamers, too.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream at night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake to find it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day or dangerous men, for they may act upon their dreams with open eyes to make them possible." ~ T.E. Lawrence
Encouraging. Similar to what I said before, each time I go to OYAN I learn something new. The Workshop gives writers invaluable tools to act upon those wild dreams of ours. Wonderfully insightful teachers, but not just insightful and experienced, but teachers and speakers who truly care about the OYAN community and want to see it flourish. Not only are we allowed to dream, but encouraged to, and given the tools to succeed.
Fortifying. This one is harder to explain, but there is something about being surrounded by not just other writers, but other OYANers that makes one feel like they can take on the entire world fearlessly. The Reunion part of the Workshop strengthens friendships that normally only happen over the internet. You get to see, hear, touch, and embrace those you've come to love, and even those you didn't even know you loved before, in person. Never discount the power of real life, in person interaction with other human beings, folks!
Enlightening. Back to learning something new every time, but in this sense I mean in a less technical sort of way, and a more sobering one. Not only did I see the light, but the darkness, also. The opposition, the enemy, the battle and struggle, both present and future, we are engaged in simply because of the dreams we have. Dangerous dreams, dreams that will change the world. In all honesty; I'm not kidding. And when there are dreams that will change the world, there will be those who want to crush them. People, ideals, the devil himself. It's hard to see some of those forces at work within the community I love so much. It is at the same time, however, something I glad to know of. I don't want to be naïve, and it is a good test of character to see if I -- or anyone for that matter -- will still love even when there is conflict. To know who will support you, and who you must support. And whether or not you'll stick out the fight, or if you'll lower to the enemy's standards, for the latter is far easier.
All in all, the OYAN Summer Workshop (any one of them) is an experience I enjoy and treasure more than words can express.
Week Two:
Home again! We flew home bringing Dana and Siani with us to stay for the rest of the week. So awesome to have them over for that extra bit of time there without the business of the Workshop schedule. Having Ani about in person was great fun. It's only been a year since I saw her, but it felt like it'd been years and ages. It's always great to see her in person, no matter how long it's been since we last saw each other.
We also had Wynni over for a few days, so our house was quite full. (Wynni is awesome, just so y'all know. A happy ray of sunshine. <3) I organized a LARP/IG for that Wednesday, but I'll probably write a blog post on that later.
Week Three:
Ani left, and Dana stuck around for a bit longer. Also great to have him around. He started this routine of going outside every evening around nine to watch the fireflies over the cornfield. Before long I and my brothers started doing it, too, which made for some fascinating conversations, as well as some comfortable silences. You know you're with a good friend when silence is as easily shared as conversation.
Oh, and Gypsy simply adores him. I have absolutely no idea why, but right from the first time she met him, she became attached to him almost as much as she is attached to me. This is strange because normally Gypsy is very much a one person dog. I don't know what it is about Dana that she loves so much, but whatever it is, it's got her hook, line and sinker. She has been quite sullen lately now that she's figured out he isn't coming back, and finds my ball throwing skills deplorable. Which they are, so I can't blame her. Dana is much better at that than I am and she knows it.
I think that's pretty much it for now. I'm sure I left out a few details, but nothing important. Hopefully this is an adequate explanation for my absence.
And don't worry about FtGG. Dana and I will get right back on that very soon.
Dia duit,
~Penny
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