Elvenwyck—a history
I have it on good authority that Elvenwyck was actually built many many eons ago, although I’ve only claimed it as my own for a fortnight of centuries. It is and always has been enchanted, I suppose, to aide in the healing arts. It’s seen many worlds and many possessors of wondrous gifts like the capture of light and energy in gems, sensing the mood of ferns and forest, or communicating with many a creature with touch and soft words.
While healing is an ancient practice whose power has been spun since the beginning of time, it’s best to stay open and consider all newer ideas. We are a very old people who keep up with the times by reading books like the one in the garden hutch, New Century Book of Etiquette,
while havin’ a wee cup ‘o tea. Hop up in a pod chair, and you might notice that while snow may be fallin’ within sight or fall’s glorious leaves may be a changin’ before your eyes, you’re amongst a perpetual spring in the garden! Charmed to brim with new life for the freshest of nature’s bounties used in potions and elixirs.
While a capacity to heal comes from an understanding and sense of both spirit and body--it also employs certain herbs and magical objects. Many of which you might literally stumble upon in the garden. Like the conch shell next to the stone steps, which whispers exactly what you need to hear in any given moment.
Once inside you’ll find yourself standing on a tobacco flannel rug (a more modern prized possession, used in the human realm since earlier last century ~1905-1912.) A history book of our people (containing pages like the one you’re holding) filled with other guarded histories of our
secrets and enchantments lies on the table--which was made from a fallen branch of the oldest tree. Only certain individuals can read these manuscripts—and only then choice passages--before you’ll witness the text turn back into our native tongue.
I have it on good authority that Elvenwyck was actually built many many eons ago, although I’ve only claimed it as my own for a fortnight of centuries. It is and always has been enchanted, I suppose, to aide in the healing arts. It’s seen many worlds and many possessors of wondrous gifts like the capture of light and energy in gems, sensing the mood of ferns and forest, or communicating with many a creature with touch and soft words.
While healing is an ancient practice whose power has been spun since the beginning of time, it’s best to stay open and consider all newer ideas. We are a very old people who keep up with the times by reading books like the one in the garden hutch, New Century Book of Etiquette,
while havin’ a wee cup ‘o tea. Hop up in a pod chair, and you might notice that while snow may be fallin’ within sight or fall’s glorious leaves may be a changin’ before your eyes, you’re amongst a perpetual spring in the garden! Charmed to brim with new life for the freshest of nature’s bounties used in potions and elixirs.
While a capacity to heal comes from an understanding and sense of both spirit and body--it also employs certain herbs and magical objects. Many of which you might literally stumble upon in the garden. Like the conch shell next to the stone steps, which whispers exactly what you need to hear in any given moment.
Once inside you’ll find yourself standing on a tobacco flannel rug (a more modern prized possession, used in the human realm since earlier last century ~1905-1912.) A history book of our people (containing pages like the one you’re holding) filled with other guarded histories of our
secrets and enchantments lies on the table--which was made from a fallen branch of the oldest tree. Only certain individuals can read these manuscripts—and only then choice passages--before you’ll witness the text turn back into our native tongue.
This fairy house is part of a private collection.