Normally I try to argue that I am not actually of fae origin, but I got mortally offended today when someone offered to pay for the drinks and snacks I bring to work for my coworkers
I feel I need to explain that another coworker leaves cash gifts by my bag but it’s a gift, not payment for the drinks and that’s perfectly fine
… has someone tossed salt at you recently?
No… but I threw salt at somebody and then had to immediately stop and clean it up because it was bugging me
You are definitely fae. No question. Glad I found a fae’s blog.
Look, just because my older siblings say mom found me under a rock when a storm rolled it over doesn’t mean that’s what actually happened
This is an intriguing story. Continue please.
Is there more? Is there something that would completely disturb this theory?
My mom says that it was hurricane Emily and dad was out to sea and I was born blue.
My sister, who was 9 at the time, says that a big storm knocked over a rock and mom found me and took me home and that’s why I’m so grumpy when I don’t eat enough meat
You don’t happen have trouble handling cold iron, so you?
on a completely unrelated note, can we have your first name? like, just to be friends.
Which one? The one I use, the one I lost, or maybe the one I’ve forgot?
But if you give me your true name, I’m sure we’ll be great friends
If we share names, must mine be the first I had, my dead name? Or may it be the one I use currently, the one I love with my heart, the one I gave myself? Or should it be the one I earned, the one passed down by my elders, my cultural name? Or do you want the one I respond to the most, the one I share with close friends and family. I have many names as well. When you ask my true name, you must be more specific, all my names are true.
A dead name is called such, because it is dead, merely a ghost of someone else’s idea. It holds no meaning or power. Your true name is the name you hold true. There are many things that are true.
If you wish to give me your dead name, I will happily take it and bury it beneath a fruit tree so that it can be reborn to one who finds it true, and so it will haunt you no longer.
