Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150906100513/@comment-3991308-20150927085247

“And I’ll be looking forward to seeing that,’ Yiannis replied with a small nod of his head. He grimaced a little when Samuel mentioned that his tale wasn’t a real fairytale. Yiannis started to wonder why the world suddenly destined that true folklore stopped being the only correct fairytale, when children’s stories and little novels started leaking into the pure system that his mind liked to place on a dais.

After all, he was a Grimm, for goodness sake. The purest of the pure. A cog in the complex machine of greatest folklore.

“Fairytales,” he continued, “well, correct fairytales, made a lot more sense before the world was thrown in the turmoil of technology and the MirrorNet. Not that I would complain about smartphones, but I feel like they poison the integrity of what it means to be a fairytale legacy. Maybe, soon, before long, instead of kingdoms and empires, maybe parliaments will be the ones leading regions and royalty, monarchs, nobility… they’ll all just become figureheads.”

“Before all of that, fairytales just adapted with their time. Spears became guns, letters became telegrams. But right now? It’s the 21th century! Being a legacy is getting more difficult than ever, but we’re still finding ways, aren’t we?”

"After all, Little Red is a sign of– ahem, maturity in a more personal way. Surely, fifteen, sixteen, that's the most suitable age for a girl to know that men are dangerous, right?” Yiannis said. “I mean, at the end of the tale, that’s basically the moral. That Cerise girl being a teenager only serves to make her story more accurate to whatever’s developed in this world.”

He sighed, an odd hum of thought. “I guess fairytales were written for women, after all. So that they could deal with… women-y problems, or whatever. Or to dream about princes and gallantry in their basic, boring ways.” Yiannis suddenly recalled a childhood memory etched at the back of his mind. “Mother always told me that the housewife tradition of telling stories was for young girls to overcome difficulties, like awaiting for their brothers to return home, sometimes to the point of rescuing them, or dealing with stepmothers more eager for inheritance than filial love.”

“Still, if the fairytale world was truly built on women’s stories, then why hasn’t the Feminist Movement in EAH been more prevalent? Like, I’m definitely an ally of it. But the fact that reclaiming of these classical stories is still something very new and undone and radical really says something about the passive nature of women that we so often complain about in our stories, huh?”