Snippet #2367719

Seattle, Washington, seems like an unlikely place to find a faerie. Well, finding a faerie in general is unlikely if they wish to remain unfound, but that is beside the point. Those mundane people who are so enthusiastic about the faeries portrayed in films and books, the cutesy flittering things that sprinkled fairy dust everywhere might suggest that, to find a faerie, one should look in Europe, particularly in Ireland and Great Britain with their great many faerie stories and legends. However, for those who knew about real faeries and not those caricatures presented to the mundanes, they might suggest New York. Not, it may be noted, for the big city, but rather for the portal to the Faerie Realm tucked away somewhere in the area. No, Seattle, Washington, to most people, would seem like a highly unusual place to find a faerie, particularly one of the oldest ones alive... It was an excellent thing that Thomas "Tam Lin" Linette was highly unusual anyways and didn't pay much mind to such things.

Tam was currently curled up on a plush, red sofa in his apartment, gazing out his window with a thousand-mile stare into the surrounding street. The building itself didn't appear to be very special on the outside, just an out-of-the-way building that didn't have noisy traffic going by all hours of the day. However, as many of the Fair Folks might tell you, it was very special indeed. The original owner had had the Sight, one of the rare mundanes born with the ability, and, on top of that, possessed good business sense. Faeries, out of all the magical creatures running amuck right under the noses of the mundanes, tended to have quite a bit of money tucked away due to their affinity for all things shiny. So, what better way to exploit that than by making an apartment building completely without iron, a substance that poisoned the faerie folk? It had cost quite a pretty penny to not use any iron at all, but, between making a steady profit and earning the affection of whatever faerie happened to be in town, it had all been worth it.

Yes, this building had served as an excellent home-base for Tam over the years, the interior a mishmash of comfort and trendy, an eclectic collection with pieces from all over the world. All right, he'd admit to be a pack-rat, always grabbing a souvenir when he traveled, and, after five-hundred or so years, it really started to add up. Still, even ensconced in his safe-haven from the mundane (and otherwise) world, he couldn't help the prickling feeling of anxiety that was threatening to dampen his amiable mood. It was like something important was going to happen today, a premonition of sorts, and he had no idea what it would be.

He sighed, stretching out from his curled up position, almost purring like a particularly pleased cat before padding his way over to his rather impressive book shelf, fingers ghosting over the well-worn spines and titles. It was still daylight, and, given that his fun tended to happen when the moon was bright in the sky, there wasn't much else to occupy his time. Besides, nothing was happening outside and that was just boring. His hand stopped over one particular tome, almost on its own accord, and he paused, tilting his head to one side.

"Well, hello there," He chirped, lips curling into a contented smile as he plucked it from the shelf. Tam's voice was a clear sound, almost like the ringing of a bell, not deep and masculine like most men, but not feminine either. It was...odd. Like his accent held a bit of everything. "Funny I should stop on you today."

He returned to the couch, flicking open the book and settling in to read when his landline began to ring. He froze before scrambling out of his living room, into his bedroom, before diving wildly over his bed, and plucking the phone from its receiver. Even if he was a faerie, he couldn't help but appreciate some things made by the mundies, and cellphones were something he adored in particular. Instant connection with people(and things that loosely could be described as people) even countries away? Marvelous. So, yes, he liked to use his cellphone, and that's what made the landline ringing so important. He'd only given the number to a handful of people, all that he probably shouldn't miss a call from.

"Hello?" His voice was as cheerful as always, despite his mad-dash for the phone. Whoever it was, he could already hear the familiar sounds of traffic and cars whirring by- so they were driving, then.

"Thomas..." Even before she continued, Tam Lin knew who it was. Only one person in the handful of people who had this number called him Thomas- it was silly, really, but Ardyon had insisted he use his mundane name, so intent he and so many others were to keep Winni away from even the barest hint of the world hidden by her lack of Sight.

"...its Winni...i need someone...to talk to someone" She was whispering now and sounded like she might cry. He pulled a blank for a moment, struggling to remember what to do with crying girls before completely giving up.

"Well, lovely," He said, the cheer still in his voice, the term of endearment as natural as anything else, flopping over onto his back as he spoke. "I'd be happy to listen. I'm at my apartment now- you still have my address, yes? You can come over now if you'd like." He didn't really like inviting people over to his inner sanctum(when there was fun to be had, he always went outside his home whether it be to a club or to someone else's home), but Winni was a special case, wasn't she? He'd have to make an exception for her.