Absolutely Wild! presents…

Looking for a bit of whimsy to make this holiday season merry and bright for you or someone deserving? Our product sales benefit young writers and artists, so there is more than one reason to go Absolutely Wild!

Take a quick view of our new Absolutely Wild! Enchanted Faerie Portals & Other Whimsy. Don’t forget to turn on the video volume for its relaxing quality. And, check out our “Winter Wiles” Faerie’s Tale excerpt, below/

All  of our faerie products are hand made and infused with magical faerie dust. Each uniques portal is signed and numbered by the artist, too, just for you!

  • Books: Song of the Ocarina that inspired all things Absolutely Wild!, and our Enchanted Faerie Portals coloring book with writing prompts
  • Faerie portals: custom, original, mini, magnets and pins
  • Faerie’s Tales: custom, original, mini (see excerpt below)
  • Note cards: coloring cards, and spektrelized faerie portals

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Winter Wiles

 A Faerie’s Tale
By Ann Narcisian Videan

 Eirlys Sparkle-Bright read the scribbles on her page out loud in a low voice.

“Twas’ the night before winter and all through the realm,
not a snowflake had fallen to grace the yon elm.”

The wee Winter Faerie stared down into the brick fireplace, wishing for weather cold enough to warrant a fire. She flicked a strand of white hair from her cheek and tsked.

Faerie Queen Titania looked up from her book, “What is it, Eirlys?”

The Winter Faerie bowed her head as an uncomfortable warmth spread up her neck. She hated blushing. Even the smallest rush of blood to her cheeks always made her think of the Fleet Foxes’ lyrics from “White Winter Hymnal.” “…and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”

“I— I am so sorry to interrupt your research, Your Majesty, but I was trying out a verse to explain our lack of snow. I know your work on the topic is much more important.”

The queen inclined her head to one side, and smiled in understanding at her young poetry-loving apprentice.

Eirlys met her queen’s gaze. “You know I’ve done everything I can to make it happen, Your Majesty. I spread the winter faerie dust throughout the land, just as I have done for one hundred years. Yet, it’s mid-December and not a snowflake in sight. The trees have barely lost their leaves. No snow, no ice… not even a frost. What could be going on?”

The Queen’s brow furrowed, and she stared out the open window toward the elm forest and lake beyond.

“Frost.” She stated the word under her breath and gently closed her reference book and laid it aside. Her expression hardened, and she stood up. “This is beyond a fluke of nature. This is a manipulation.”

Following the queen’s train of thought, Eirlys jumped to her feet. Her parchment and quill landed on the cool hearth. “Jack Frost, that blaggard! I think I saw him here in Delfaerune at the end of autumn… with a yeti.”

[continued in the full Faerie’s Tale, available on the Absolutely Wild! Web site
©2017 Absolutely Wild! Enchanted Faerie Portals & Other Whimsy]


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About annvidean

Book shepherd/author/writer/editor, entrepreneur, "creative," musician, Fae environmentalist, idea-generator, communicator, facilitator, family/friend connector, in-line skater, Truth seeker
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