The Volatus Babilonium

A sea of blue winds around the clouds that skirt the edges of the Babilonium. Warm golden sun floods every 
space between the stalls. There is music filling the air, joyful and strange music fit for the ears of Hedge creatures from all over dances on the warm gentle currants of air. Birds of all manner of creation drift in and out of the stalls, drift in and out of the thermals and fill the Babilonium with their own haunting song. Feathers of greens, purples, golds, silvers, blues and red flutter in the bree
ze and seem to add a tangible laughter into the symphony of riotous joy that surrounds the Babilonium.
The marketplace is situated in a large wending pair of circles similar to a figure 8. At it's cross is a floating stage made of glass with gold leafed edges. The clear crystal of the glass gives the performers that dance and glide across its stage a feeling of dancing on the clouds that puff beneath them. Above the stage two delicate arms of turquoise silk hang and flutter in the breeze from a point twenty feet above that is anchored to nothing but air.
Around the stage the market's bustling laughter and conversation sings out. Each stall is a floating ship w
ith no bottom. Some of them are made of simple wood and resemble canoes, some of them are great sloots that fly the sigil of their owners on silk flags attached to golden masts. There is even a great warship that looks to be from the British Navy of Elizabeth and was converted into a stall. There is gold scattered among all the ships as if mimicing the barnacles of the ships that glide along water. The gold glows and radiates a comforting warmth like liquid drops of sunlight. Ribbons run from each ship to another weaving a great four inch wide path along the twin circuits of the market place. 
One circle is dedicated specifically to market stalls while the other boasts a great Carnival that has strange and wonderous games that only creatures of Arcadia could really appreciate. A piglet creature stands on a floating podium barking out the wonders that lay within the great warship that is situated in the gaming area of the market place. One game even boasts a great dunk tank filled with molten "cold iron" and sitting atop a precariously perched throne is what looks like *your* Keeper! ((Each PC will see a different True Fae seated atop this throne unless they have a shared Keeper. This individual looks EXACTLY like the Keeper you had in your Durance))