What is it to be Sidhe? It's not quite nobility, for though most Sidhe are fond of their titles and blue blood, there are those who are humble about their antecedents and prefer their actions to speak for them. It's not quite the Right to Rule, for there are Sidhe anarchists as well as Kings. It's not even arrogance, though the Sidhe certainly do have a lot to be proud about.
I think the thing which defines the Sidhe is their sense of worth. Each Sidhe carries in her heart the self-love and love of her own excellence that permits her to shine forth and make her mark on the world. Sidhe are seen as noble for the certainty with which they act and the courage with which they reap the consequences of their actions. They are fitter to rule than most, for when they desire to do so, they rule with dedication to the ideals of rulership that few others can match. Their self-love and love of excellence is often perceived as arrogance, but then this is a fine line.
There is tremendous variety in the Sidhe. At one end of the spectrum we have the most regal, enlightened and distant, like Galadriel of Middle-Earth. We wander down through the passionate and the proud, the chivalrous and the hedonistic, to the dark lords of the Shadow Court. Despite the variety of ideals each Sidhe adheres to her quest for excellence, and the knowledge in her heart that she is worthy of admiration, for being herself as much as for her achievements.
The Sidhe are the swans of our ugly-duckling selves. The Sidhe are our dreams of shining aspiration for what we /could/ be, be these dreams the nobleness of Seeliedom or the addictive thrill of Unseeliedom. They are our dreams of ourselves writ large: powerful, successful, admired. They are the warning that unless we try to be the best we can be, we will lose ourselves as well as our dreams.
The sidhe are the drama-queens of the fae world. Larger than life, everything they do is exaggerated and epic. They are the pretty people, the handsome people, the movie people, an unreachable ideal parading across the silver screen and making everyone jealous.
The movie comparison is important: like the film stars of yore, sidhe are regal and perfect, but melodramatic as all hell. Everything they do is so blown out of proportion that buying some toilet paper can become a quest upon which the fate of kingdoms resides. It's that innate sense of *epic* drama, I think, that separates the sidhe from the other kith; if boggans are _Death of a Salesman_, then sidhe are _Richard II_ (Shakespeare's, of course).
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