#provencal fabric

[myetsyworld]

Very pretty Provencal fabric in a sunny yellow with red roses and green leaves. Original selvage are intact at 32". Two large pieces

[whats-in-a-sentence]

To get a feel for the kind of nonlocality emerging from quantum mechanics, imagine that Agent Scully, long overdue for a vacation, retreats to her family's estate in Provence.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[dutchjan]

June 17, 2023

[moondustghost]

Gotta participate to this trend by adding my region's traditional costume, so let me present to you Provençal (French) Miku

Edit to add educational details bc why not: Provence is a region in southern France, between the Italy border and the Mediterranean sea, lavender being one of its icons because cultivated a lot here (other main icons are olives, cicadas, aromatic plants or provençal fabric, for example)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 15, 14 avril 1895, Paris. Robe en crépon paille. Modèle de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Robe en crépon paille.

La jupe large, en crépon paille, est faite à godets. Le corsage, recouvert derrière en crépon paille tendu à plat, est garni devant d'une chemisette plissée en gaze de soie paille, à laquelle se rattache un col droit de même étoffe, orné de choux sur les côtés; on termine la chemisette au bord inférieur par des draperies plissées en soie rouge foncé; ces draperies, croisées devant, sont nouées derrière à la taille; on y rattache de longs pans plissés retombant jusqu'à l'ourlet de la jupe. Les manches très bouffantes, en crépon, sont recouvertes de larges épaulettes en guipure, retombant derrière en bouts pointus jusqu'à la taille.

Straw seersucker dress.

The wide skirt, in straw seersucker, is made with godets. The bodice, covered behind in straw seersucker stretched flat, is trimmed in front with a pleated chemisette in straw silk gauze, to which is attached a straight collar of the same fabric, decorated with cabbages on the sides; we finish the chemisette at the bottom edge with pleated draperies in dark red silk; these draperies, crossed in front, are tied behind at the waist; Long pleated panels are attached to it, falling to the hem of the skirt. The very puffy seersucker sleeves are covered with large guipure shoulder pads, falling behind in pointed ends to the waist.

[chussyracing]

drop the sauce recipe though it looks amazing 😂🩷🩷

Ingredients:

4 smaller onions

1 big potato

1 bigger zucchini

3-4 kgs of tomatoes

10-13 cloves of garlic

herbs: handful of basil, teaspoon of thyme, 2 tablespoons of oregano/provencal herbs, just a bit of rosemary and lovage

spices: generous amount of salt (definitely over a tablespoon), almost a teaspoon of pepper, tablespoon of sweet red paprika, nutmeg, dried basil and oregano (and a bit of spices from the jar grandma gave me and i never identified), bay leaf and allspice

a tablespoon of sugar or a replacement of your choice (i used date sirup so my grandma with diabetes can eat it)

bit of olive oil

Method:

Fry cut up onion on the olive oil, add sugar/replacement of it to caramelize it.

Add cut up tomatoes (internet said to peel them but I skipped that part since you will blend it at the end), peeled and grated zucchini, add all spices (put bay leaf and allspice in a bag/seasoning ball to take it out easily before blending) and don't forget to mix.

Cook for about half an hour, add raw peeled and grated potato (choose a big one or two smaller ones), cut up garlic and fresh herbs.

After about an hour of cooking, it should be soft enough for blending. Take out the bag/seasoning ball with bigger sized spices, blend it all together and you are done.

To make the sauce last, pour it into clean glass jars (stop a bit under the lids, don't fill it to the top) and screw on the lids. Take a huge pot, put a fabric kitchen towel on the bottom for stability, put the jars on top of it but avoid them touching each other.

Put it on the stove, pour water to stop about 1-2 cms under the shortest lid, close a lid over the pot and bring it to a boiling point.

Once it boils, lower it to smaller heat and leave it like that for about an hour. You can leave them inside once you turn it off, but if you are getting ready for another batch, prepare another cloth, take all jars out and stand them upside down on their lids.

And you are done! It should last months conserved like this (maybe more? i need to consult that with grandma still lmao) and you can eat it like this with pasta and a bit of parmesan cheese on top, or add it to lasagna or spaghetti and meatballs...

[a-star-aquarium]

The Mad King

His Highness, Juno Ara Malik

Nicknames

Junebug - by everyone who he loves

Rat King - he gained it by those who only view him for his title

Anak laki-laki ungu yang manis - possibly not translated well, but it means Sweet Purple Boy in Indonesian. It is used by his mother, as she would adorn her son in Royal purple, and since, it has become his color, it remains stained on the palace walls, and shown in almost ever rug he owns-which is ironic, considering his favorite color is actually red.

Age: 28

Birthday: January 21st

Gender/Sexuality: Bisexual man {He/Him}

Astrology: Aquarius sun, Pisces moon, Leo rising

Patron Arcana: Judgement

Upright- Awakening, decision-making, redemption, transition

Reversed - Poor logic, self-doubt, stagnation

Physical Attributes:

Ethnicity: Prakran with a bit of Indonesian and Indian

Height: 5'8

Face Claim: Imran Anj

Hair:

His hair is Mid-length, so a little longer than past his shoulders

Light brown eyes, and thick eyebrows, but he definitely trims them to look arched most days

I'd say he looks similar to face claim completely when it comes to lips, nose, facial structure {that's generally how I picture him if he didn't have the long colorful hair}

Important Relationships:

King Arogatus Malik of Kari Beaundes - His father, who rules over his home land

Lee Lee and Amaria, his cousins. Both live with him seeing as their parents died of the red plague {they were in Vesuvia at the time of the plague, it was miracle the pair didn't pass away too}

High Council Madame Luvia - His grandmother, who is deceased. She was decapitated.

Jayda - His right hand man and closest friend. Sometimes it's hard to tell if theres something between them, or just longing

Zahra - The one who handles all his business with his courtiers, and who basically took his grandmothers job. She's also a good friend of Jayda's, as he would trust her with his life, which she's complained is far too much responsibility considering how irresponsible he can be.

Favorites

Favorite food: Grilled halloumi

Favorite drink: Pinot Noir 

Favorite Flower: French Hydrangea 

Background/Other Info:

Juno is a bastard child, as yes, he is his father's son, but his mother was not of royal decent. Juno's father is not completely to blame for this, as his wife, The Queen, passed away of an illness, and he had to resort to sleeping with a servant to produce an heir, otherwise his line would've been endangered. Juno will not take after his father though, his cousin Amaria will; ergo why Juno's father had him take over a small Provence at the age of 14. He felt bad that his son would not be able to take after his footsteps.

Juno was raised by his teachers, servants, and guards when he was sailed across the sea to Roya. His grandmother took no interest in him besides hating him, she would regular burn his hands and back, and he remains to have a scar on his face from her dagger. In fact, her treatment only resulted in Juno growing to be spiteful and cruel in some ways, and at the age of 17, he decapitated her in a purple blaze. Her very own sword being used to do the beheading.

Because he is a bastard, he has no biological connections to the countess, but when asked about him, she called him 'Cousin Juno', and he holds her dearly for including him, even if they're not blood related.

Juno did in fact meet Nadia once, and Zahra insisted on putting a show. So they brought several animals, fabrics, and gifts for the whole palace, and city of Vesuvia. Zahra claims it was a good thing, because now vesuvians have a good image of him, but he thinks that they probably think he's stuck up for doing that much.

Style Preference/Clothing:

It's important to mention that Juno shows as much skin as possible, but not for the reasons you think. He does it to show his burns, his scars, what his grandmother has left him, to remind the people of Roya, that he too has suffered at her hand too. His need to bare himself to the world often results in lots of silk and sheer fabric. He needs to be seen.

He is often adorned in deep blue, red, black, and purple fabrics. He likes a lot of gold in jewelry, commonly wearing black jewels and rubies. He loves the way they reflect in the light. He has a nose piercing, but he'll also wear earrings and necklaces. He's actually very weirded out by lace though, so you'll see him avoid it.

More formal attire:

Dynamic? How is he with others?

Juno, while his reputation states otherwise, is genuinely kind-hearted. While he surely can seem sly or charming, he generally has the best intentions when doing so. He's not going to treat you like a threat unless your a genuine problem.

To strangers, he's welcoming, he wants to get to know them, discover what makes them, well- them. He's aware of boundaries though, and will always make sure he's not crossing a line. He's especially kind if he has a good word about you from Zahra or Jayda, getting to know them is the key to getting to Juno if we're being honest. He holds their opinion extremely highly.

To friends, it really depends on who he's with. With Jayda, he's gentle, he jokes, but only mildly, nothing that could genuinely hurt him, and he's highly aware of how sensitive Jayda can be to insults, he knows that the magician has given him the gift of awareness, and he knows it's led to him being insecure about every single thing he does. So he is there as a pillow for Jayda. In contrast, with Zahra and Atlas, he teases them and mocks them all the time, because they do the same, and he's gained the sense they like it. They mean it in no rude way, and it's merely what their used to. For newer friends, he'll analyze you, see what you seem comfortable with, and then he'll try to follow that pattern with you

To partners, you have two options:

You show that you're not really interested in romance, you're more into the passion, the desires of it all. He will treat you as such. He will spoil you, listen to your every fantasy, and do his very best to please you. But he won't show his love as much. He will send you gifts, treat you to nice dinners, balls, all of it. But he won't show how much he loves you, because he'll think it's a turn off. Though, that doesn't mean he's not head over heels for you, he absolutely is, otherwise, your relationship would just be friends with benefits.

You show that you want him, love him, you want him to romance you, lure you in. God, will he play into your every demand. He loves you, and if you let him show it, he won't hesitate to every single moment he's around you. He's handsy, he'll keep his hand on your shoulder, your back, your face. Wherever he can. He may not be too public about it, but that's because he considers your relationship sacred to just you too. Overall though, he's way more affectionate.

Juno is always available for interactions, or ships, so if you're curious, feel free to send an ask

"Oh, our dear king, what a fool someone would be to love you, what a fool someone would be to fall into that trap"

[squidyyy23]

tag game some-day! 💫

tagged by some loves @celestialmickey @creepkinginc @too-schoolforcool @suchagallabitch for game time!

name: tina 🦑

age: 32

movies or tv shows? tv shows by far

favorite season: summer ☀️

do you carry a bag/purse? what kind? nope. phone in pocket. done and done.

what color is your water bottle? i don't really have a water bottle i'd consider "mine". just a bunch of random ones. day to day i use either my blue/purple sparkly or galaxy tumblers.

what color is your phone case? blue and floral-y.

do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music? either is fine though i prefer a little something in the background.

top sheets: yes or no? useless fabric.

you’re in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? something chocolate-y. probably nutty. probably chewy.

preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc?) i guess car in that it's really the only practical option around me.

what’s your phone background right now? my forever puppy. 😢

are you more of a minimalist or a maximalist? always striving for that minimalist life, always living that cluttered disaster of reality.

it’s time to paint your bedroom! what color are you choosing? still happy with my provence blue we painted it a couple years ago. which behr calls a "dusty, mid-blue-green".

and finally, tell me something that brings you joy: PALS!!!! 😭😭😭😭

tagging absolutely no one because i'm been too MIA to earn it. 🙈

[robotblues]

Green shirt with a pointed collar has an interesting design featuring random pieces of a map of Aix-en-Provence, France. Shirt has a top-stitched front band and cuffs close with two buttons. There is no pleat in the back. Fabric is polyester. I am having trouble showing the true colour, but it is definitely green and not grey. Brand is Daire - 1970s.

[beardedmrbean]

Agents at the Paris Charles-de-Gaulle airport had intercepted 392 posted packages between May and December last year, containing primate skulls mostly from Cameroon and destined for collectors in the United States.

They also seized hundreds more packages with skulls or bones from other species.

None of the packages seized included any legal authorisations for the sale of protected species, customs said.

"Trafficking in protected species is one of the most lucrative trades, after drugs, weapons and people trafficking," airport customs chief Gilbert Beltran told reporters, displaying hundreds of skulls, jaws and horns from protected species.

This "sordid" business generates between eight and 20 billion euros ($8.5 billion - $21 billion) per year, he said.

Customs officials first became aware of the skull trade in May 2022, when they discovered seven skulls that had been posted from Africa.

They intensified their search and found dozens more, mostly from the cercopithecoid family that includes macaques, baboons and mandrills, and from chimpanzees.

The primates are usually hunted down for meat, said Fabrice Gayet, a customs expert in animal trafficking. "The sale of the skulls is a follow-on business," he said.

The skulls of small primates fetch 30 to 50 euros each, larger ones 400-500 euros and chimpanzee skulls up to 1,000 euros, he said.

There is also a flourishing business in the remains of other species, including otters, felines, lizards and birds of prey.

The skulls will be handed over to the Museum of Natural History in Aix-en-Provence, southern France, for scientific evaluation.

[ikimono-clips]

Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur (France) - 2020 by Fabrice PIERRE (Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes - France)

[lestatthelittlelion]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by @thefairylights

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

relationship status: single!

favourite colour: red

stuck in my head: coraline by maneskin has been in my head on and off for deadass like three months so even though it's not right now it's worth noting

last song i listened to: fly like an eagle by the steve miller band

3 favourite foods: fresh rolls dipped in peanut sauce, literally anything with paneer in it, and fast food pizza (my comfort food lmao)

last thing i googled: cupro fabric

dream trip: exploring the provence-alpes-côte d'azur region of france!! i want lavender fields i want mountains i want the mediterranean i want aioli i want history i want fresh veggies i want sunshine

Tagging (and only do it if you want to): All of my followers!! @ me I want to get to know you better!!

[rabbitcruiser]

Camaret-sur-Aigues, France (No. 9)

During the 19th century, excavations uncovered cash, funerary urns, oil lamps, so-called lachrymatory vessels and polished silver mirrors. An epigraph tombstone embedded in the façade of a house had been unsealed and sold. It bore the inscription S. P. SEVERIUS SIBI ET SVIS VIVUS FECIT. Remains of an aqueduct that supplied Orange with spring water had also been identified16.

During the twentieth century, more scientific excavations led to the discovery of a fragment of an epigraph altar in the Hopscotch district, and three tegulæ burials on the site of the Garriguettes.

Throughout the late Middle Ages and until the Revolution, Camaret depended on the barony of Sérignan. It had first belonged to the Principality of Orange since Raymond VII of Toulouse, Count of Provence, had given it as a fief, in 1237, to Raymond des Baux. This fief was given as a dowry to Tiburge of Orange on her marriage to Adhémar de Poitiers, Count of Valentinois. In 1324, the latter granted the election of two syndics to represent the community. Their successors, on 7 May 1416, signed a price for the construction of new ramparts.

The knight Guillaume Fabri was co-lord of Camaret-sur-Aigues until he was condemned to the chapter of Lattes18. In 1346, it was the former baile of P��lissanne (1345), Raymond Martini, who was commissioned to sell his possessions. Around 1346, William of Orange was lord of Camaret and Sérignan. Noble and powerful, Jean de Baux, lord of Camaret and Sérignan, had in his service as ordinary judge of his two lands, in 1369, a noble bachelor, originally from Orange, Bérenger Sadoyrani, judge of Arles (1372) and of Sisteron (1387).

In 1495, the Town Council obtained permission from the barony that each inhabitant could cultivate a tithe-free garden on fruit and pasture.

The Wars of Religion raged for a decade. Camaret having been taken by the religionists, January 5, 1563, the papal captain Fabrice Serbelloni came to lay siege. After four days of cannonade, his troops invested the village and put 100 prisoners to the sword. A new attack by the Calvinists of Nyons took place in 1573. But their henchman who was to open the doors for them was unmasked and they withdrew. This was not the case two years later. On 3 May 1575, the Huguenots of Orange forced their way into the place, but were soon forced to retreat in the face of the troops sent by Cardinal d'Armagnac.

These attacks have made it possible to know that in 1565, the ramparts opened by three gates: the Great Gate or Berenguier Gate, also known as the Ursuline Gate; the Porte Jaubert or Portalet; the Carbonnel Gate. Those of Le Portail and Carbonnel were preceded by a drawbridge. When the fighting was over, two other gates were opened, the Breach and the Tower.

It was in 1599 that the two syndics of the village changed their title to that of consul.

Source: Wikipedia

[davidplet]

PRÉSIDENCE DU COJOP* ALPES FRANÇAISES 2030

Rédigé par @pletdavid Suite à la réunion du 13 février 2025 , supervisée par David Lappartient ( président du CNOSF) , de Marie-Amélie Le FUR ( présidente du CPSF) , de Marie Barsacq ( ministre des Sports , de la jeunesse et de la vie associative ) , de Fabrice Pannekoucke ( président de la Région Auvergne -Rhones -Alpes ) et de Renaud Muselier ( président de la région Provence – Alpes -Côtes…

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 29, 19 juillet 1896, Paris. Robe avec veste. Modèle de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Cette robe se compose d'une jupe en lainage vert-de-gris à dessins, garnie au bord inférieur de deux petits volants plissés; le volant supérieur est terminé par une petite tête. Le corsage fait en mohair uni, plat derrière, forme devant une vest Figaro, ornée de boutons dorés, encadrant un plastron-blouse fait en même étoffe que la jupe. On rattache à l'ouverture du corsage un col en mohair crème, fendu, retombant sur les épaules, et encadré de galons en passementerie. Les manches ajustées, plissées, en lainage à dessins, sont garnies de bouillonnés courts en mohair. Le corsage est complété par une ruche avec col Médicis en soie crème et passementerie.

This dress consists of a patterned verdigris woolen skirt, trimmed at the lower edge with two small pleated ruffles; the upper frill is finished with a small head. The bodice made of plain mohair, flat at the back, forms a Figaro vest in front, decorated with gold buttons, framing a blouse-bib made of the same fabric as the skirt. A cream mohair collar is attached to the opening of the bodice, split, falling on the shoulders, and framed with trimmings. The fitted, pleated sleeves, in patterned wool, are trimmed with short mohair bubbles. The bodice is completed by a ruffle with Medici collar in cream silk and trimmings.

[lunarcovehq]

Ignacio Mendoza Laurent is a pixie that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 2 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: July 12, 1997

OCCUPATION: Apiarist

FACECLAIM: Hugo Diego Garcia

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Fae

SUBCATEGORY: Pixie

FAE COURT POSITION: Member

AGE THEY APPEAR: 27

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, IGNACIO MENDOZA

Trigger Warnings: Insects, Bullying, Violence

Not hunched, but arched, curved, elegantly sculpted—like the stone columns of the surrounding cloister—he extended a well-poised hand from his robe, the fabric billowing around his thin wrist, and bent his frame forward to pull a slice of honeycomb from the crevice where the colony had carved it. It glistened in the sun, catching the light in hues of brilliant amber and gold. The bees hummed, pulsing at this unwelcome presence. But untrained as he was, he was not stung.

How perfect a shape, how divine, he thought, as divine as the strange force that guided this odd, perfect extraction that day—grace, onlookers would say, not luck. But it was, of course, luck, a grand conspiring of fortune, the universe itself directing him, given his nature, and leaving him unscathed.

A brief account of this incident remains preserved today, known by a handful of medieval scholars but otherwise lost to obscurity, in the written archives of a certain Spanish monk. A short passage details the arrival of a teenage novice from a noble family, a novice, who, after observing for only a few silent minutes, could tend to the monastery’s hives with unearned expertise. The bees would not sting him; he never disturbed those most easily rattled. And his presence, then, given the need for beeswax in the manufacturing of religious candles, proved welcome. But the novice would vanish from history beyond this record, perhaps folding into a life of uneventful humility.

Two centuries later, an Italian merchant would detail in his own logs an ongoing demand for a certain honey produced in Provence, the harvesting of which typically destroyed the colony. But this particular beekeeper’s good fortune, which, in some ways, seemed to extend to the insects themselves, allowed surprising numbers to survive and thus provide a steady stream of commerce. History had given this beekeeper no name.

There was a name, however, in written records from the activities of La Société Centrale d'Apiculture in the late nineteenth century. There was another name recorded decades later in the diaries of an American socialite, who, on her regular holidays to Europe, attended parties with a quaint, young mead maker, of all things—a novelty in and of himself—a man who looked so utterly pleased to have important people drinking his drink that the taster felt euphoric to even be doing so—overcome with an almost supernatural sensation of joy.

By the time Ignacio Mendoza Laurent was born in Paris to a pair of human parents in the summer of 1995, he had already led very many lives—lives preserved in scattered bits, lost, for his own sake, across history but bound by a common, amber-colored firmament.

Perhaps the mead maker had remembered, in some vague way, the beekeeper. Perhaps the beekeeper had remembered the monk. And perhaps Ignacio himself had remembered them all too, in his own distant way, a pang of familiarity, when, during a visit in his youth, he saw the hives at the Jardin du Luxembourg. Standing there among the flora, he studied a 19th-century etching of an apiary class on an informative panel, ran a finger along the back of his very own head.

He was a quiet, honest boy and his parents’ only child. Studious, reflective, and at times, lonely, the young Ignacio forged an early interest in art through his mother, who worked in the offices of the Opéra Bastille, which, of course, had fewer phantoms. But despite a relatively happy childhood, Ignacio found himself a somewhat easy target for bullies, not hitting a proper growth spurt until his early teenage years.

It was during this time that the boy took up, quite seriously, martial arts, particularly boxing, as a means of defending himself. New abilities in mimicry allowed him an early foundation on which he could build, and with genuine, diligent practice, he was able to make great strides.

But other changes were happening as well, changes for which the boy could not quite account. While he had played the violin since childhood, he suddenly found himself able to well-replicate others’ more masterful performances as if by magic, as though he were a late-blooming prodigy.

He tended to win games of chance, leading to a small scandal when he more or less swept a series of charity raffles one spring. On a particular Friday the 13, he brushed by a builder outside the apartment in which he lived and witnessed an entire block of scaffolding come tumbling to the ground. Certain metals suddenly gave him “dermatitis.” Incidents like this, though, were easy to ignore. Life, on the whole, was good.

But Ignacio did not know what he was or who he wanted to be. His trainer at the gym would have molded him into a professional fighter. His mother would have perhaps fashioned him a musician. But as a young man, looking ahead to university, Ignacio found himself on a date at the Jardin du Luxembourg, buying honey at the garden's orangery during the autumn exhibition.

That sense of striking familiarity returned to him, a flashback to a life he had once walked along these same shaded paths more than a century ago. It called to him. And making a decision to answer, he enrolled in training with La Société Centrale d'Apiculture.

Busking or pursuing small string ensemble gigs at weddings at the like, Ignacio worked while taking theoretical courses from January through March, learning anatomy, physiology, the basics of swarming, and the like. He moved on to practical study from March to September, right up to the harvest. Ignacio then took an additional year of training at the Parc Georges-Brassens apiary before attending university to earn a more complete four-year degree in agriculture, which he finished early with prior training.

From there, Ignacio found employment with an organization that operates 350 urban hives across Paris, including those at the Opéra Bastille, around which he had grown up. Life, then, this life, a reflection of all those lives that came before it, was steady. There was work. There was family. There was even occasional romance. But this peaceful existence crumbled in 2022.

With the resurgence of hunters across the globe, Ignacio found himself, quite literally, in crosshairs, having perhaps flown too close to the sun by working so foolishly in the same vocation every iteration of him had ever worked. Climbing up to a rooftop to tend to his hives early one morning, Ignacio found an envelope taped there. It contained a print of a black and white photograph dated 1864. And despite the age, despite the clothing, despite the facial hair, he could see that it was him. Quite impossibly, the photo was of him.

Two armed assailants emerged, and while Ignacio was able to put up a valiant fight on his own, owing this burst of strength largely to his youth as a brawler, he soon found himself cornered on the building’s edge. His nature, however, unknown at this point, saved him. Luck. The wings, for the very first time, burst from his back, translucent, shimmering, beelike, and he took to the skies, convinced, really, he had been stung by a radioactive insect and thus developed superpowers.

Invisibility came next, accidentally, perhaps springing from this new, fearfully desperate urge to remain hidden. And while he did not know what was happening, why he had been targeted, Ignacio Mendoza Laurent effectively went missing, vanishing from work and home for several weeks.

He was eventually contacted by another Faerie, also in hiding, an individual who recognized his photograph on the news, not from this life, but from a past one. They told Ignacio the truth of his nature, introduced him to secrets he may have never known. And they told him of a safe haven across the ocean.

Ignacio left for the United States only under the suggestion that his parents would be found and threatened. His contact was meant to meet him in Lunar Cove but has not yet appeared. He fears the worst but joined the Court in search of safety. 

Still, for the past two years, he himself has operated a small, successful apiary in Echo Acres. Even-tempered, cordial, and wise beyond his years, he is a frequent face at the Farmers Market, but also has working relationships with several businesses across town providing luxury bee products, including honey, short-run skin and hair cosmetics, and the occasional run of mead.

He rather singlehandedly restored Lunar Cove’s honeybee population following the scourge of Kyle Kane, and while he is forging a life in this place, Ignacio seems haunted still by all that he has abandoned beyond. Perhaps this existence is just the latest footnote in an ancient thread soon to be snipped.