Marceline_idue
The silly little thing sitting on a witches broom
- One on One
- Group
- Dice
- Nation Building
After, happily ever after what happens? Before once upon a time who were they? All fairytale characters need to be somewhere; theyāre people after all. Well, all of these fantastical characters were here in Satoria. Where all fairytale characters and mythology characters collect and live. Unlike some people believe, these people arenāt trapped in the stories they were born into. Itās 105 after all; they should be allowed to wander around freely. They have lives aside from their stories, jobs, relationships, families, and all that it entails. Life for these people goes about just as you might imagine in your world. Although there are a few main differences from what you've been told. The stories are not exactly the same; each one is at least slightly different. People have a tendency to twist things up.
And so we begin.
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āSatoria is a nice 23 degrees outside with partial cloud coverage. Expect the rest of the day to be with a slight breeze.ā The Goldilocks news muttered in the background. Sidhe sighed and clicked the television off; the weather was almost always the same anyway. They brushed their hair and secured it together as she usually does in front of her. Sidhe looks in the mirror of their vanity, and quickly grabs their shawl hanging on the corner. Walking to the door she secures it over her head. They look down at themselves as they open their bedroom door; nothing is out of place. As Sidhe walks down the hall they contemplate the day to come. She doesnāt remember much of what she is supposed to do today; something about a meeting with the ducklings and something else theyāre supposed to do. They just shake their head and take the last step off the staircase. Sidhe doesnāt really need to remember much anyway, they have someone for that. She gets to the door and reaches up to secure her shawl, and then opens it blinking a couple of times from the sunlight. Sidhe smiles at the white rabbit standing outside her door. There he is; her trusty sidekick.
The white rabbit looks up from his watch and his nose twitches. āMaāam, youāre just on time. We must make post haste; Iāve prepared the carriage. We donāt want to be late for the ducklings.ā He is already turning to make his way down the staircase. Sidhe just smiles and walks with him. āBe patient with me Whitley, Iām getting older.ā Whitley just scoffed with a small side smile, āThat never stopped your mother. At this Sidhe laughed and nodded, āWell youāre right there you surly rabbit.ā
As they made their way into town Sidhe admired her town. It was a beautiful place. Always sparkling and alive with characters all over. It was a blending of different stories, a place where any character is welcome. A place where you can choose and make your own decisions. Where you can be whatever you want to be. Characters honour their roots but are not chained to them; this is something Sidhe always admired about this place. Unfortunately this is not something everyone understood. They thought because Satoria kept their stories alive and honoured their past; that they were somehow stuck in time. They screamed the future with red in their eyes. So many good characters were lost in that time; characters that just wanted to defend their way of life. Sidhe never liked or agreed with war, but she did see that sometimes it was needed.
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