Rider and Non-HARPG (Art and Lit)

Gwen stood at the edge of the field with more other fae than she could count. Some were dressed up as she was, others had been celebrating Spring Equinox but clearly hadn’t been attending the formal dance. She knew some of those around her looked down on the “poor fae” who didn’t have enough power to merit an invitation. She’d never say it, but part of her envied them instead.   Representatives from all the Courts were there watching as it wa...

Gwen stood next to Rhiannon weaving pale green flowers through her mane and tail. Rhiannon seemed fascinated by the activity, occasionally eating one of the flowers or nipping at a chain of water. Every now and again she’d eye another horse around her. Spring was in the air, and she’d be running this year in the fae. Or perhaps in this realm if she found a stallion or two she wanted to chase her. That decision would be Rhiannon’s.    She went to...