Your Fairy Goth Mother
Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 12:33 pm
((For Lycia…an Open Thread))
Francis strode out confidently onto the courtyard of St. Joseph’s School dressed to the nines in her cheerleader uniform, peroxide blonde hair gently sifting the wind, carrying a massive black and green bag over her shoulders. In every sense gothic princess meets Santa Claus, she tossed the bag to the ground with an ominous clatter and smiled. She checked her watch, half past mid-night…and plenty of time.
Two and half hours later Francis sat back on the stone bench beneath the Wingra tree and surveyed her handy work. Nearly two-thirds of the courtyard was covered in small, brightly colored rockets...more fireworks than the past eight Fourth of July parties combined or could have hoped for. But this was about to be no ordinary fireworks display, the past three weeks of hunting Francis had been doing had culminated in the arrest of nearly 115 Tsoo sorcerers, the shut down of four factories, and the confiscation of an old Chinese spell. She checked her watch again, 2:55 am….nearly time.
She laid out the prayer flags and scrolls in strips along the grass, large pictographic letters scattered across the lawn and over bushes, some creeping up building walls and others dotting the light posts and information kiosks. The spell was almost ready as Francis laid out the battered Chinese text at her feet and stood tall before the sea of tiny rockets. She raised her arms, her toe slipped out sideways to press the ‘play’ button on Cricket’s CD player, and as the booming music of Les’ Miserables began to deafen the quad she shouted out the first words, struggling only slightly with the pronunciation.
There was a massive explosion! The first group of fireworks streaked into the sky in time with the music and covered the sky in the most brilliant colors imaginable. Azure mixed with crimson, gold and green with silver sparkles, yellow and orange as bright as a sunset all filled the night with glory. But, once again, these were no ordinary fireworks..these were magics crafted by the Tsoo and conducted by a 16 year-old Lightening Mage.
The colors began to churn and animate, forming giant pictures across the sky. The first, a deep red hummingbird sparkled into existence and flit through the stars just in time to meet the explosion of a blue flower with spiraling yellow streaks through its petals. The next was a green dragon floating through a gauntlet of exploding trees and willowy grass followed by starburst palms and ferns and an ocean of teal sparkles.
As the cascades of magic began to self perpetuate, Francis stood back and watched. She glanced once more at her watch, 3:01am….perfect.
“Well,” She sighed as the next group of rockets screamed into the night, “I am sooo going to get detention for this, but I’ll tell ya Lycia…from one goth to another, this school needs a little de-angstification.”
*Boom*
Francis strode out confidently onto the courtyard of St. Joseph’s School dressed to the nines in her cheerleader uniform, peroxide blonde hair gently sifting the wind, carrying a massive black and green bag over her shoulders. In every sense gothic princess meets Santa Claus, she tossed the bag to the ground with an ominous clatter and smiled. She checked her watch, half past mid-night…and plenty of time.
Two and half hours later Francis sat back on the stone bench beneath the Wingra tree and surveyed her handy work. Nearly two-thirds of the courtyard was covered in small, brightly colored rockets...more fireworks than the past eight Fourth of July parties combined or could have hoped for. But this was about to be no ordinary fireworks display, the past three weeks of hunting Francis had been doing had culminated in the arrest of nearly 115 Tsoo sorcerers, the shut down of four factories, and the confiscation of an old Chinese spell. She checked her watch again, 2:55 am….nearly time.
She laid out the prayer flags and scrolls in strips along the grass, large pictographic letters scattered across the lawn and over bushes, some creeping up building walls and others dotting the light posts and information kiosks. The spell was almost ready as Francis laid out the battered Chinese text at her feet and stood tall before the sea of tiny rockets. She raised her arms, her toe slipped out sideways to press the ‘play’ button on Cricket’s CD player, and as the booming music of Les’ Miserables began to deafen the quad she shouted out the first words, struggling only slightly with the pronunciation.
There was a massive explosion! The first group of fireworks streaked into the sky in time with the music and covered the sky in the most brilliant colors imaginable. Azure mixed with crimson, gold and green with silver sparkles, yellow and orange as bright as a sunset all filled the night with glory. But, once again, these were no ordinary fireworks..these were magics crafted by the Tsoo and conducted by a 16 year-old Lightening Mage.
The colors began to churn and animate, forming giant pictures across the sky. The first, a deep red hummingbird sparkled into existence and flit through the stars just in time to meet the explosion of a blue flower with spiraling yellow streaks through its petals. The next was a green dragon floating through a gauntlet of exploding trees and willowy grass followed by starburst palms and ferns and an ocean of teal sparkles.
As the cascades of magic began to self perpetuate, Francis stood back and watched. She glanced once more at her watch, 3:01am….perfect.
“Well,” She sighed as the next group of rockets screamed into the night, “I am sooo going to get detention for this, but I’ll tell ya Lycia…from one goth to another, this school needs a little de-angstification.”
*Boom*