The Fair
The fair is at the centre of the faery realm. It is a neutral place where no fighting or Glamour is allowed. At the centre is a large pink granite stone, and a pair of similar smaller waist-high stones stand on either side of each of the five paths into the fair. One path comes from each of the five courts.
The stones at the boundary grow red spots when someone tries to enter who is not allowed. No one is able to enter with a glamour on, ensuring all people at the fair are who they say they are. And it is a neutral place, so no cheating or fighting allowed. These rules were set up when the fair first started and no one has found a loophole.
There are no set paths between the stalls in the fair, and the deeper you go from the central stone the more of a maze it becomes. It is a jumble of stalls and traders with no organisation or consistency. Every day it is different, depending on who is there to trade. There were wooden cabins, covered tables, and wandering fae tempting passers by into a trade. Zoe could see no overarching pattern to their placement. They seemed to be wherever their owner wanted to put them. In some places the stalls were cramped and almost overlapping, while in other places there were open spaces between them. There were no rows of stalls or simple paths between them. an open area full of different food vendors and entertainers. before they start anyone who wants to listen agrees a payment, and then they’ll hear their performance. So if you haven’t agreed a payment, you don’t hear it
Behind some of the more permanent stalls is a rest area for the traders, this is out of view of the customers and allows them a space to relax and chill out before going back on again. They have amenities and resources shared between the traders in that area.
While this fair was always here, the extent of it changed. Today there were more empty spots, and stalls boarded up, or empty tables where traders stood previously
In order to become a trader at the fair you need to complete a trade and then have it verified by placing your hand on the central stone. If it is accepted then you are marked as a trader and will be able to set up a stall in the future. As her palm pressed onto the cool stone, she felt the fair bind itself to her. An intricate mark with winding vines round a stone formed on the inside of her right wrist.
Sell mounds of herbs, fabrics and crockery, a collection of multi-coloured feathers or different sized eggs. The smallest was the size of her littlest finger-nail. The largest was as tall as her waist. The mottled shells changed colours as you viewed them from different angles. A cursed sword, a posy of dried flowers, a crown of thorns, rings by the dozen, chalices and beakers of strange liquids. flower cake
most sales are a bartered exchange of items. Zoe uses buttons as currency, as they are rare in faery and considered a human quirk.
The stones at the boundary grow red spots when someone tries to enter who is not allowed. No one is able to enter with a glamour on, ensuring all people at the fair are who they say they are. And it is a neutral place, so no cheating or fighting allowed. These rules were set up when the fair first started and no one has found a loophole.
There are no set paths between the stalls in the fair, and the deeper you go from the central stone the more of a maze it becomes. It is a jumble of stalls and traders with no organisation or consistency. Every day it is different, depending on who is there to trade. There were wooden cabins, covered tables, and wandering fae tempting passers by into a trade. Zoe could see no overarching pattern to their placement. They seemed to be wherever their owner wanted to put them. In some places the stalls were cramped and almost overlapping, while in other places there were open spaces between them. There were no rows of stalls or simple paths between them. an open area full of different food vendors and entertainers. before they start anyone who wants to listen agrees a payment, and then they’ll hear their performance. So if you haven’t agreed a payment, you don’t hear it
Behind some of the more permanent stalls is a rest area for the traders, this is out of view of the customers and allows them a space to relax and chill out before going back on again. They have amenities and resources shared between the traders in that area.
While this fair was always here, the extent of it changed. Today there were more empty spots, and stalls boarded up, or empty tables where traders stood previously
In order to become a trader at the fair you need to complete a trade and then have it verified by placing your hand on the central stone. If it is accepted then you are marked as a trader and will be able to set up a stall in the future. As her palm pressed onto the cool stone, she felt the fair bind itself to her. An intricate mark with winding vines round a stone formed on the inside of her right wrist.
Sell mounds of herbs, fabrics and crockery, a collection of multi-coloured feathers or different sized eggs. The smallest was the size of her littlest finger-nail. The largest was as tall as her waist. The mottled shells changed colours as you viewed them from different angles. A cursed sword, a posy of dried flowers, a crown of thorns, rings by the dozen, chalices and beakers of strange liquids. flower cake
most sales are a bartered exchange of items. Zoe uses buttons as currency, as they are rare in faery and considered a human quirk.
The fair was a sprawl of wooden stalls, tables, individuals selling items from their hands, cloths set on the ground, wagons parked with their wares set out on them, and tables set up wherever there was space. Some had clothes, or pots of pungent substances, or a variety of dried leaves.
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