The Fairy Diary Day 7 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 7

Meribabell writes:

I arrived early in the council chambers and placed my note of apology at the Rumbletwist’s place in the circle. He was not yet there. The High Fairy, though, was. And he nodded his approval from across the chamber. 

Soon after we were all gathered together, except Rumble. 

The High Fairy motioned to begin the meeting and was interrupted by the captain of the guard. 

In the excitement that followed I was thoroughly confused. It seems everyone knew what was happening except me. 

As our leader later explained it, the captain of the guard had been sent to arrest Rumble, only to discover that he had fled. 

And I am charged with his pursuit.

The Fairy Diary Day 6 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 6

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy sent me away with a note yesterday. It dictated the form my apology to Rumbletwist should take, and did not end until adding other orders and one very startling revelation. 

I could not sleep. I felt a heaviness throughout the night. 

Finally to give my spirit rest I set it aside and wrote out the apology per his order. And I tried to forget, for the moment, the more upsetting concerns he revealed. 

I wish they were as small in importance as this apology now seems. 

This changes everything about me and where I thought my destiny lay. 

The Fairy Diary Day 5 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 5

Meribabell writes:

My new necklace with its pendant was indeed too big to wear. So I carried it into the High Fairy’s chambers. His servant left me to wait there under the eye of a creature I can not describe. If I made any movement from my chair towards any other part of the room, a rumble of warning arose from deep within its barrel chest. I am not too proud to say it intimidated me. 

I satisfied my curiosity from where  I sat taking in those things I could smell, hear, or see, and there was plenty in each category. 

The High Fairy at last entered and without a word took my necklace and in the space of a dozen strokes of a wing presented back to me a necklace I could now wear without fear of tripping over it. 

Before I could ask how he knew what I was there for, he dismissed me and told me to return tomorrow with an apology for Rumbletwist. 

Day One Thousand One Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our guards kept us back and away from the perimeter while a special unit toiled away removing the bodies left in the wake of yesterday’s attack.

I was wondering if the true inspiration behind the incident could be laid at the machinations of our bête noir, Moglen, when Elijah interrupted my train of thought with an apology and an explanation.

He also had sighted Moglen yesterday and not told me. He had gone over to the holding pens (his apology was for that action, having traveled somewhere without me). Its inhabitants proved to be deranged, beyond all reach, completely unsalvageable. And he can state with certainty that Moglen was indeed responsible for the opposition that arose from there – and more.

Day Nine Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I almost asked Mary about her daughter Retha, but a closer view of Mary’s face told all. Lines of sadness were stamped into her countenance.

She hugged me, then embraced her son who held my gaze, an apology in his eyes for not preparing me.

The Purser directed us to a spot to rest. Instead Elijah and I found their special place and spent the night in intercession.

The area atop the plateau could easily accommodate a larger group, as we learned when the Purser showed us around.

And so it had at one time.

Now their numbers are dwindling through disease and untreated injuries.

More than ever we felt a renewed impetus to bring them to the hiding place.

Day Four Hundred Twenty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have not seen anyone else on the road, in either direction, since we left the river yesterday. Judging by the calculations of the former merchant from the port city we still have three days to go.

Elijah tells me that the Purser had given him a message to relay to the Captain. A resignation – and an apology for doing so. Elijah raised an eyebrow to me at the finish of this information. I caught his gist and agreed to offer to take on the position if acceptable to the Captain.

My mind was filled afterwards with thoughts of what I would do as a ship’s purser – things that I learned from watching him, and things from my own experience.