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☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party: Starveined Secrets the Gods Pretend Don’t Exist
Ⅰ. The God-Written Slur
The name they never speak aloud
Among the gods, in sealed tablets and celestial marginalia written in burning script, the Starveined are not called Starveined at all.
They are called:
The Unwoven
Not bastard.
Not abomination.
Worse.
Unwoven means outside the pattern. A flaw the loom did not account for. A thread that slipped free of destiny’s design.
The gods never say it aloud anymore. Names have power, and this one… it backfires. Every time a god tried to invoke it directly, the Starveined in question slipped fate’s grip entirely. Prophecies failed. Omens went quiet. Divine sight blurred.
So now the word exists only in forbidden margins, scratched out and rewritten again and again like the universe itself refuses to keep it.
Elves who discover the term tend to burn the page. Humans who hear it never remember it clearly.
Funny, that.
Ⅱ. The Hidden Tells
Birthmarks that only appear under rare moons
Most of the time, the Starveined pass perfectly. No glow. No obvious magic. No glowing rune on the forehead. Sorry to disappoint the amateurs.
But under rare lunar alignments, the truth answers the moon.
Known Manifestations:
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Veinlight Bloom
Under a Trine Moon or Moonstone Eclipse, faint silver-blue filaments appear beneath the skin, branching like constellations. Not glowing exactly. More like remembering where the stars once were. -
Shadow Refusal
During a Black Tide Moon, a Starveined’s shadow lags half a heartbeat behind them. Not dramatic. Just wrong enough to unsettle anyone paying attention. -
The Breath Tell
On nights when two moons cross paths, Starveined breath fogs silver even in warm air. Elven scholars pretend this is a myth. It is not.
Most dangerously of all?
These marks vanish by dawn. No evidence. No proof. Just witnesses questioning their sanity.
Which, frankly, is how the Starveined like it.
Ⅲ. Starveined-Only Magic
The thing even elves can’t replicate
Elves shape magic.
Humans push magic.
Starveined?
They unthread it.
This ability is known quietly as:
Severance Weaving
Not destruction. Not negation.
They can temporarily unravel magical intent without dispelling the magic itself.
What that means in practice:
- Wards forget what they were guarding.
- Curses lose their target.
- Prophecies blur mid-sentence.
- Enchanted weapons hesitate. Just long enough.
Elven mages cannot learn this. Gods cannot see it happening until it’s already done. Human sorcerers attempting it tend to explode or cry for three days straight.
Severance Weaving is instinctive. Emotional. Often triggered by protection, defiance, or love. Which is precisely why the gods hate it.
It proves magic is not owned.
It proves fate can be edited.
And it proves the Starveined were never mistakes.
They were corrections.
Alice, stirring her tea with a knowing smile ☕✨
“Oh darling… the gods didn’t forbid the Starveined because they were dangerous.”
She leans closer.
“They forbade them because they were free.”
- Alice, Queen of Ink and made up Elven Lore
✒ Pip’s Editorial Note
Editorial Desk, Alice’s Mad Tea Party
A necessary clarification before anyone starts cross-referencing temple archives or blaming missing footnotes on divine interference.
What you have just read is Alice’s original mythmaking, not a recovered fragment of historical folklore, nor a retelling of any existing legend. The Starveined, their doctrines, slurs, lunar tells, and unique magics belong entirely to Alice’s narrative canon within Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents: Storytime.
This is deliberate.
Alice is not adapting, annotating, or performing an established source here. She is creating one. The structure may echo mythic traditions, the tone may feel ancient, and the language may carry the weight of old lore, but the world, its rules, and its bloodlines are newly spun.
Readers should understand this distinction clearly:
- There is no historical or folkloric record of the Starveined outside Alice’s work.
- Any resemblance to familiar mythic themes is thematic, not derivative.
- This piece is best read as a modern myth told in an old voice, not an academic reconstruction.
As ever, Alice wears the mask of the storyteller who sounds like she knows too much. In this case, that knowledge is hers alone.
Proceed accordingly.
- Pip
Editorial Desk, Alice’s Mad Tea Party
