Maddy casually swung the dripping turkey leg in the air above her shoulder in a sort of wayward wave goodbye to the buxom lady as she moved away.  To be sure, people were staring as she sinuously moved through the crowd.  The myriad of green and brown fabrics flowed about her except when held tightly to her svelte form by succulent ocher leather such as the wrist guards she wore upon dainty, pale wrists, their leather bindings trailing her like the tail feathers of an eagle.  Endless waves of hair that blazed red as the sun itself twisted and hung passed her slender waist, with tiny braids adorning her locks lovingly. Her slightly pointed teeth sank once more into the perfectly smoked meat, even as cat-like green eyes slipped about to the groups of people gathered and moving about with gleeful curiosity.  The bottle of mead which swung to the gait of her curvy hips was captured in her free hand and brought up to her lips as she meandered with easy grace to nowhere in particular.  This was her holiday of sorts and she meant to enjoy herself with the hidden modern pleasures this place clandestinely afforded (e.g. the privy).<br/><br/>Lamadeleine had just taken another large bite out of the dwindling Flintstone snack when a family stopped and asked to take a picture with her.  This too, she had become accustomed to after first marveling at such technology.  The mother of the two young girls smiled graciously and Maddy noted the pointy latex ears which mirrored her own natural ones.  It made her extremely happy as the little ones giggled and ran about her legs, grasping one a piece and yelling, "Cheese!" which Maddy did<i>not </i>as yet understand.  Why call out a random dairy product during this picture taking business, she had always wondered and smiled her toothy grin.  Thankfully, no bits of meat were present.  The family thanked her and she knelt down before the two lasses, pulling out one blue and one green stone resembling marbles.<br/><br/>"This is a very special gift, little lassies.  A fae wish stone special for the likes of ye.  Hold 'er tight, squeeze your eyes shut, and toss 'er into the creek near Sherwood's forest and your dreams shall come to pass."<br/><br/>Long black lashes licked across the top of her cheek as she winked toward the children and parents and moved on again, hearing the revelry of the beer garden approaching.  In truth, many rennies knew you could move freely about with alcohol as long as it was properly disguised but she loved to pass the beer garden where the frat-like twenty somethings liked to hang and ogle the belly dancers or pretend to be one as in the case of one blondie lass who'd had a pint to many of the<i>Tricerahops.</i>Turkey leg disposed of, she stood on the edge of the "garden" and decided she'd rather head for the water garden with it's pretty purple and white lilies and refreshing sounds of trickling water, courtesy of the lion-headed stone fountains with streams of water pouring from their gaping maws.  It was one of the quieter locales in the park as it was not just the place of the water garden but several gardens, 5 to be exact, and they each had their own magical mystery.  There were roses, or vining trellises of deeply emerald ivy.  Hummingbirds and butterflies were en mass and so, would it seem, were the fairies ... though only a few had the eye to see them.