Clover arrives when she means to. See, it may be the 10th of October now, but it is precisely her predicted arrival time and she is NOT LATE! A fairy is never late.
Greatest convert: Lord of All
Officially branded "FAIRY HATER": Virumor (it ain't a good thing, mista)
Greedybucket: Gildor Inglorion (Seriously, you know how many times
I attempted to log in to dish these awards out?)
Officially branded "BLAME US!": all CMs
Innocent but Frustrated: Grep (may I call you Greppers?)
Most friendly: Mellon
Most kitty-loving: Grondmaster
Most Aragorn-like: ...............
Most Boromir-like: Vee (always tempted to do nasssssty thingsssss under the self-righteous banner of PT)
Most Rockin': Gaav
Prettiest: the little girl who just turned 7 (kids are so beautiful on their b-days)
Back and more reserved: Elrose
Wikilover: Virumor
Most laughable: (it's gotta be some skulking guy....hmmm..."skulking"..that does bring someone to mind...)
Most loyal to the site: Elessar Lossehelin (I still remember your FULL name!and thanks for being the one to suggest the attic. It's a great place to hide, too bad you big fat elf can't fit in there)
Sleepiest: Eva Lilith (you're just nodding off...)
Child of the LIGHT: Valedgwaleth (now there's a name I canNOT remember. I guess it's cuz he's been gone SO LONG. No wonder our site underwent a period of Shadow)
Most Gandalf-like: Loss (you were quite accurate in determining Vir's evil intentions. I'll be watching out for his scissors now)
Most Saruman-like: ...I wonder who??
Most Treebeard-like: Mungo (hhhooooooooooowwwwwwwaaaaarrrrrreeeeeyooooooouuuu?)
Most Faramir-like: Rafael (ye've impressed yer bonnie lass, laddie...and that Faramir was e'er the gal's man too...t'be able to get that Pale lassie with hair like fire. )
Well, awards go up to here. Tell me more when you hear of them.
It has been a lovely time. I find out PT has been disabled. I spend my Sunday morning composing sentimental poems. I come back on two days later and find out that everyone thinks I'm finally overcome by my long-time rival, sent into exile with my lovely wings clipped off. I pout. Nobody sees it. And so, nobody offers any words of comfort. I feel tiny tiny Tinkerbell-like rage and wonder if I am jealous. I look around the site for more fairies. None have arrived. I touch my silvery wings again. They're still here. I listen for Vir's pulse, because I know his heart must be beating with horror at my return. Don't hear anything. Must be good news. I am happy again.
Jolly fairy back.
Cloveress