The Fairy Diary Day 619 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon roused us early. He had been up to walk off his impatience, and ran into a band of traveling elves. They were headed down to Corbelin to attend the festival of moon flowers. And they invited him and his friends (us, that is) to be their guests. 

The elves had not waited, but headed down the road. If we wanted to attend, we could meet them at their rendezvous, which our pixie recognized as the inn in which we had stopped on our last trip to Corbelin. 

Dunfallon wanted to go in any event, if we chose not to. Before I could put it to everyone else, however, a reply came in from Merlin to my note of yesterday. 

The wizard informed us that he was awaiting our arrival at a different inn down near the harbor. And he requested that we collect moon flower blooms on our way in. 

We thought his request rather strange, but we did so. And piled what we could find along the way into the second wagon. (Dunfallon would not hear of placing anything near his “army”).

Conjil was somewhat adverse to the aroma coming from the blooms, so Gibley made certain to keep them at a distance from her. Noralei loved their scent so she gladly kept busy stowing them about the second wagon. 

When we passed the inn surrounded by celebratory elves our pixie begged leave to join them and promised to rejoin us later. 

I gave it not a second thought until we arrived at the harbor. The wizard was a little miffed that we were not all together. He wants to run through his explanations only once. So, we will have to wait for him. 

In the meantime we settled Conjil and the wagons into a special place that Merlin had secured for us. 

Day One Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A little late rising this morning. We sorted our day out quickly. I returned to the fields and took the widow’s son with me. Lyle left to attempt the west end again, this time via the fifth avenue entrance.

Though overcast at first, the sun burned through before lunch break. The aroma of the earth and growing things lifted our spirits.

The widow’s son joined the crew with which he will be working for the rest of the season. Their foreman pointed out the vast fields to the west of us, all worked by people from the west end. Their numbers appear much lower than ours.

Lyle was already home upon our return. He had shocking news – he sighted Stan.