The Arrival of Madame Laveau

The meal was incredible, the music transcendent.. and the way she danced with her wings as much as her feet! Angus grinned as he recalled the festival. It had been two years since he was accepted by the Fey, they were his family and his tribe now. He had no regrets about his choice.

Ever-eager to please new friends, he had spent the better part of the evening englamoured, offering a complete menagerie of mythical beasts to the raucous laughter of the audience.

The sphinx was his personal favorite and he took that opportunity to share a few of his favorite riddles for the Fey- who were long-separated from the taverns where Angus had first heard the puzzles spoken. This mixture of new jokes and extravagant forms made him briefly famous in the hall, and they were greedy for more display. He relished in their chants of “Angus! Angus!” and gave a final encore as a bubble-spitting hydra before wishing them all a restful sleep.

That would be the last time this human of the Fey was received warmly. The woolen blanket had slipped to the floor, and his legs were unnaturally tensed. Angus now stood with his mouth agape.

His bidden legs left the dwelling-home of the Fey and once deep in the woods, his hands ensorcelled to hide his form as a mundane snake, then to slither a several-days journey to a tower long-forgotten.

Once arrived and with human hands again, a small stair he would climb, and then in through a window where a force from outside of his conception would bring forth a mighty fire.

Into this strange pyre, Angus silently committed himself and was consumed.

An imperceptible rift opened as the last dust of his bones struck the ground, the sacrifice and negotiation complete. From the flames first slithered a massive snake, eyes golden and alight.

The unlit candle next followed the python, yet the wick quickly inhaled the heat of the pyre. Now with a fierce but small flame, the unassuming face of the holder was illuminated. This being of another world, a queen of her skills, smiled delicately at her success. Marie Laveau now walks, and Angus is no more.

Entered by: 0x10DC…1855 and preserved on chain (see transaction)