The bitchy blonde at the reception tent took one look at their modern shorts and t-shirts and blurted out, “Well, I see the two of you are unable to read the Queen’s English. Your welcome pamphlet specifically said to arrive in costume.” She tossed Tara a map. “Here, return when you are properly attired and not a moment sooner. I’ll give you the schedule of events at that time.”
Tara bit her lip to keep from telling the witch to bite her.
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Once the flap of the tent came down to give them some privacy, the interior became stifling.
Cassy, anxious to join in the chaos outside, started stripping the minute the flap dropped. “They weren’t kidding when they said primitive. Isn’t this cool?”
“Hmmmm... Cool,” Tara muttered, biting back the insult off her tongue.
“Did you see those guys on the horses? I wonder if there’ll be a joust, or whatever it’s called.”
“I’m sure.” Not that I care.
“The brochure said at tonight’s feast, the Gypsy Queen will assign the court. Some un-suspecting guests will be given upgraded accommodations and regal costumes to wear for the duration of the fair.”
“I wouldn’t count on that being us, after the reception we just got. It feels like we crashed a party and got caught putting soap in the fountain. I’ll bet most of these people come to these things all the time. Kind of like a cult.”
Tara slipped a cotton camisole over her head then followed it with one of the two gowns she had.
The laces up the back did a marvelous job of acting as a corset. The cut of the dress was low enough to give her minimal bosom the image of cleavage, something Tara secretly longed for.
Cassy had found a second hand store in Hollywood where old costumes were sold after plays struck their sets. Tara had to admit the dresses were perfect. The bimbo at the reception desk might have a problem with the colors and style they chose, Tara mused. Tara’s gown was a beautiful maroon with an empire waist and long flowing sleeves. Cassy’s dress was black with red fringe and pushed her breasts so far up, they damn near flowed over. There was nothing drab about either of them. Tara smiled and 7
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made a mental note to walk by the bimbo and strut.
“It’s not a cult! But I’ll bet you’re right about these people doing this all the time. What’s wrong with that?” Cassy turned around when her dress was secure, and she laced up Tara’s.
“Nothing I guess.” If you like being a freak.
“People need to escape from reality sometimes. I wonder how many lawyers are out there, or policemen.”
“I’ll bet most of these people are art students or drama majors. Not much chance of meeting Mr.
Right in this venue.”
“‘Mr. Right-now’ would do for me.” Cassy patted Tara’s hip indicating the lacing-up was complete.
“Oh here.” Cassy reached for a small linen bag held together by a long rope.
“What’s this?” Tara asked.
“It’s a purse. You tie it around the waist and hide it in the folds of your dress, like this.” Cassy demonstrated its use. “That way we don’t leave anything of value behind. It’s not like there’s a lock on the canvas.”
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Tara had to hand it to the fair patrons, or whatever you called them. Stepping outside the tent in full costume was like walking onto a stage and into character. Everyone was dressed for his or her part. Their roles didn’t stop with their costumes, but continued with their accents and gestures. Lady this and Lord that. It was hard not to get caught up in the spirit of the event. After all, what woman didn’t like dressing in a full-length gown? Tara enjoyed the feel of material brushing against her thighs and the wisp of air that sometimes touched her skin. Every woman walked differently in a dress. These costumes really played a part in the whole Renaissance fair experience.
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ponytail because of the heat. Secretly however, she thought if the Gypsy Queen was everything the brochure said perhaps there were scouts watching the crowd. If so, Tara wanted to throw them off. A small tingle of excitement started to build at the thought of duping some hokey palm reader. This weekend, the thrills would have to come from wherever she could find them.
Vendors were everywhere selling wares. Most items had no modern day use to Tara. There were amulets to wear, crystals for luck and ornate gothic crosses for warding off evil spirits.