>>5842041And then it was dawn, and you were awake, and material, once more. You returned to Hawksong refreshed, excited at the possibilities. In your mind, in your heart and sou, you carried the salvation of hundred, thousands, MILLIONS.
The True Fey were trusting by nature, of those whom they had learned to trust. Nothing came free, but nor did they withhold payment, and they were not prone to haggle or delay in payment. By the time your festivities were over, they had taken care to teach you the steps and gestures, and the words and intent, to do for Man as they had done for the True and False Jackalope—to imbue them with sacred energies of the Fair Folk. It was not a spell as you typically knew them, though it bore similarities. Rather, it was more—religious in character, divine and clerical. It was a dance, a song, a rite, a ritual.
“Lead them in the dance,” you were told, “sing the song. Shed blood in wine, and drink of it together, and do this each moon. With each moon, watch them change… If they will sing, and dance, and feel what you feel, as you feel it.”
It would be a lengthy process, then… But in one year’s time, attending to each new moon in this way, you could bring the afflicted closer and closer to the sort of fairy-status that the Jackalopes had achieved—that YOU had achieved. It wouldn’t be <Free Movement>… But it would be close. It would be a transformation not just of body, but also of SOUL.
The implications were tremendous, of course, and also frightening. What did it mean to change the very centre of a person’s being?
The next new moon was a week away, though… And during that time, you had your own end of the bargain to uphold. The Fair Folk had trusted you, and given you without delay that which you wanted and needed… But if they would not barter, they WOULD begrudge. The Bonum Chaoticum trusted readily, but when their trust was lost, it was lost forever; when their punishments came, they were cruel. That was what it meant to be CHOATIC Good, as you had learned the tradition called, in elven-tongue, ‘The Law of Freedom’.
And so, you approached the Royal Palace of Hawksong.
