Once upon a time I had a dream where I was called before the King of the Fae, where he proclaimed that Loiosh was a fae cat & could only be companioned by a faerie princess. I explained to him as gently as I could, Loiosh sitting at my feet & glaring the while, that he might as well just make me a faerie princess right there, because Loiosh was mine & I was his & that was that. He was of the strong opinion that this was impossible & that I might as well hand Loiosh off right away, & things were about to get ugly.
That's about when I woke up. Which was absolutely for the best, because my next plan was to kick the King of the Fae square in the nuts, grab Loiosh, & run like hell, & I just can't see how that would have gone well.
Come to think of it, that was a year or so before I made friends with that squirrel, & it wasn't more than a year or two later that I talked Major Tom inside ... the King might've decided in favor of keeping his balls the way they were after all.
So uhhhhh as long as this is a DIFFERENT faerie kingdom I'm probably fine.
When I originally posted the tale to farceborg the response was 50/50 between 'OMG write that' & 'TELL THAT BASTARD TO BRING IT LOIOSH IS YOURS DO YOU NEED BACKUP LET'S GO KICK ASS' & what I'm saying is that I have some pretty awesome friends.
Now it's also reminding me of Jareth the Goblin King snatching babies. ("You remind me of the babe...") Apparently a nice dance in a ball gown will help him relinquish his claim, or something? 😄
And you do an excellent job of world-building! It's fantasy but relatable. I love it.
Thank you, Darlene! That is the balance I try to strike. Glad it works for you!
*hastily googling 'Eidolonia immigrate' & 'Eidolonia cat quarantine'*
The cat just has to get along with the fae, but cats always do, so it’ll be fine!
ABOUT that ...
Once upon a time I had a dream where I was called before the King of the Fae, where he proclaimed that Loiosh was a fae cat & could only be companioned by a faerie princess. I explained to him as gently as I could, Loiosh sitting at my feet & glaring the while, that he might as well just make me a faerie princess right there, because Loiosh was mine & I was his & that was that. He was of the strong opinion that this was impossible & that I might as well hand Loiosh off right away, & things were about to get ugly.
That's about when I woke up. Which was absolutely for the best, because my next plan was to kick the King of the Fae square in the nuts, grab Loiosh, & run like hell, & I just can't see how that would have gone well.
Come to think of it, that was a year or so before I made friends with that squirrel, & it wasn't more than a year or two later that I talked Major Tom inside ... the King might've decided in favor of keeping his balls the way they were after all.
So uhhhhh as long as this is a DIFFERENT faerie kingdom I'm probably fine.
That would make an amazing short story!
But I mean yeah, if the fae are making claims on your cat, what else are you supposed to do.
When I originally posted the tale to farceborg the response was 50/50 between 'OMG write that' & 'TELL THAT BASTARD TO BRING IT LOIOSH IS YOURS DO YOU NEED BACKUP LET'S GO KICK ASS' & what I'm saying is that I have some pretty awesome friends.
Now it's also reminding me of Jareth the Goblin King snatching babies. ("You remind me of the babe...") Apparently a nice dance in a ball gown will help him relinquish his claim, or something? 😄
telling the king 'you have no power over me' probably would have gone over better than the nut shot, come to think of it