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...
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Poisoned Pen Scroll 2022
I was hoping I wouldn't have to write this post this year. Oh, the optimism of youth. How wrong I was! Growth. Fourth weekend I saw him again: the lowest piece of slime. This year he had a super long pipe. Mr. Pretty-And-I-Know-It is now over compensating for something. I knew if I engaged with him it wouldn't be pretty. I pointed him out to another riddler letting them know I'm going to sit back for a bit, because if I riddle for this guy, it's not going to end well.
Renaissance Festival War Stories September 24/25, 2022
Continued from week 5 September 24/25, 2022 Fall This is the first weekend it's been a little cool out. I get to wear my cloak and gloves out of comfort and not necessity. There's a level of pacing and rhythm that is found by sixth weekend. Our team has found its comfort in each other. We are a harmonized group. Are things perfect? No. They never will be, and that's okay.