Tales of Bette: Charlie Who?
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. 'We' it still feels weird to say think of 'us' like that. "There is no way we are not lost," Bette said. She looked at her phone again: no signal. "Do you have a map," she asked curtly, she tried her hardest to remain calm, but she was failing. Charlie had been generous to surprise her with the cabin getaway between Christmas and New Years', but it wasn't what she expected.
Tales of Bette: Blast From The Past
December 2024 The notification went off on Bette's phone and the she pulled up the pop up from her doorbell security ap. She had it programmed to not go off for squirrels or anything smaller, she knew the neighbors weren't home, and it couldn't capture the cars in the street. She didn't even hear any footsteps on the porch - because there weren't any. She rushed to the door, opened it, and could see the delivery drone taking off. It was unusual to say the least. On the doormat was the package, so small it was nearly an envelope. The shipping label addressed to her had wrapped all around the package, so much so that it covered up the sender's information. She hadn't ordered anything recently, it wasn't her birthday that month, nor was it her wedding anniversary with Mark. It was a literal gift from the sky and there was no way of telling from who. She brought the package inside, stared at it for a bit before deciding to open it. She pulled out the small card first, opened it; the message seemed irrelevant at first. It was the name at the bottom that caught her attention. She took a deep breath as the warm feeling crested through her body, she was transported to the memories tied to the name, and suddenly, she was 27 again.
So Close, And Still Wet Behind The Ears
Some time earlier... Tinka wasn't usually granted access to the lecture halls, but this was a special occasion. The new aquarium tanks had been built, dedicated, and opened in The Conclave. The study of aquatic life was something that had been missing for centuries there, the last couple years of diplomacy developed among Fae, Mythics, and newly formed treaties with dragons had made things easier. Tinka was a forest Mythic and left the Fae and the dragons to conduct their business, dragons were new allies, so the new diplomatic aquarium was a true revolution. It was built on the far side of the Conclave, near the river. It took half a year to dig out the canal and the proper inlets to make the natural aquarium lecture halls. When the doors were opened, the space was grander than she imagined: teared theater seats with long aisles, a lectern stage up front, newly innovated amplification systems, and a wall of glass so large, she couldn't begin to imagine the life behind it.
The Lost Scrolls of Nestor & Tinka 2022
Getting warmed up The first Sunday morning, one of our favorite age-old traditions is 'the song' with our friends The Dregs at 9:30 AM. Right before the song begins, we are playfully warming up our voices. Nestor sings, "mi mi mi," and it slowly becomes an ego-maniacal, "Me. Me. Me...Me!"
So Close, And Witch Way To Go?
He stood behind the tree, glancing, waiting. Do they smell me? See me? He listened. The sound they made was odd, but somewhat familiar. It had been so long since his own whelps were this young. He peaked again from behind the tree and there they were, playing with some leaves, cooing. He looked a little more, a little less careful and he knew they spotted him, but they smiled, and not in a menacing way. He knew that they couldn't hurt him. He didn't want to hurt them. He was curious. How did this little human whelp end up all alone with no one around in the forest with them?
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Lost Scrolls 2022
Just as the cannon fires Sunday morning, I want to run a quick errand. I say, "I want to be back in 10 minutes." Jacqueline literally sets her clock and says, "Go." I don't think I need to run, but I should have known better. There is something about the time warp that is the festival grounds. I speed walk to where I need to go, but get stopped by friends on the way. I try to get through my salutations quickly. I go to the honey booth, but that vendor is always kind too and that always leads to conversation. I make my purchase and b-line back to the booth. I am stopped about 20 feet before the booth by my friend Greg who says he has something for me. This.. .
Renaissance Festival Garb/Attire/Costume/Ensemble: Assemble!
Before adopting the moniker/pen name of Tinka Boudit, I was a ten year attendee of the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. I go in garb. I shop, see shows, I made friends with cast members, vendors, and other attendees. I go every weekend for seven weekends. Even after attending the festival since 2006, I still find new things to experience every year. Those of us who do this are known as 'playtrons'. As in we play along, but we are patrons who pay the ticket fee to be there; we do not work there. I've also volunteered my time in a booth for three other seasons. I officially joined the cast in 2019.
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Sept 30, Oct 1, Oct 2, 2022
...Continued from weekend 6 Sept 30, Oct 1, Oct 2 I could write a whole novel about closing weekend. I told multiple people: this was truly a benchmark weekend in my life, but I will keep it to a few stories. Let's do this one more time...