The Fairy Diary Day 601 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Since we completed our tasks, we have little to do until Merlin’s return. Dunfallon had his ’army’ back in their boxes and on the wagons. The wound on Conjil’s foreleg looked better but had yet to close. Noralei kept a poultice on it. There was a concern that she will not be ready come time to pull the wagons. 

Rumble and Navril recovered a good deal of our arrows and restocked our quivers. I helped a bit at the end. 

We did not see Gibley much around the camp. I believe he was off by himself to deal with his indigestion in private. 

I wanted to be alone too, so I wandered down to the edge of the abyss and sat there staring into its depth – hoping to catch sight of the wizard returning to us. Merlin caught sight of me first instead. He sat down beside me and handed me a scroll.  I recognized it as belonging to the High Fairy. Merlin told me he had found it in the area beneath the village of the Sprites. And besides a few broken mining tools that is all he found. 

He accompanied me back to our camp and there announced to us that he must find out what has happened to his excellency. We all wanted to go with him, but he would only accept Navril’s offer – as there was a possibility that the High Fairy was somewhere in the territory of the elves. 

As for the rest of us, he asked us to travel to Dromadil and inform the Sprites in exile there that it was now safe to return to their homes. 

Then after acceding to Noralei’s request to look at Conjil’s foreleg and treating and closing the wound, the wizard and the elf departed. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 280 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I am thankful. Thankful we all survived. Thankful I am still here to write this, now that we have recovered from our ordeal. 

Having Merlin with us made all the difference, especially his experience combating this type of menace with our allies in the days past. He kept us well away from its reach. He explained that the object was to have it expend all its poisonous spores before we closed in to disable it. 

To do that we needed to keep constantly on the move – even through the night. And I had to hold all my arrows in reserve. They would have been useless otherwise. 

Come this morning it was incredibly reduced in size. And the wizard encouraged us by saying it would not be much longer. 

Then suddenly, the creature broke off its chase and took off for the shaft entrance. Merlin shouted that it was time to attack. I let off three arrows in succession. Each one struck home and with each one it shrunk even more. 

Then it just disappeared. 

Rumble and Noralei thought it disintegrated. But Dunfallon, atop Grimace, insisted it fell into the shaft. 

All speculation was put to one side when Merlin announced that our allies had arrived.

The Fairy Diary Day 228 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble directed things while I was unconscious. He had Noralei put in place her barrier to secure things while Navril saw to the resupply of arrows, as all eyes scanned the horizon towards the black crystalline structure. 

Actually I was not inwardly unconscious nor was I here in Laguayil as I explained today – but rather caught up in a dreamlike trance, in which I journeyed to the coast, met a seafaring elf who agreed to sail us up to the land of the dark elves. And strange to say as I saw the ship I was on, it saw me.

Upon coming to, then, a great fuss was made over me by my friends. As I went over the details of my vision, Rumble jumped to the conclusion that we were to leave immediately. I called him back and declared that now was not the time. For in the vision – not only were he and Noralei with me but also Dunfallon. 

My companions understood the implication.

The Fairy Diary Day 133 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We are at a standstill. Dunfallon brought back the news that the outpost at our front is occupied – by humans. They are armed and vigilant and sent a flight of arrows after the pixie. (Though I presume all they saw was the eagle).

Rumble says they are similarly alert on the approaches from the ground. 

Because of the way it is situated – nestled in the hollow of a canyon – he could not scout the other side. 

We could fly up and over the cliffs to either side, but Dunfallon believes there are lookouts stationed along both sides. (From where I stand I do see one tower built on the right hand side).

My companions think we should try anyway. 

But I question if this might be the time. Would it be best to go in and introduce ourselves? And ask to be taken to their leader, Nimrood?

The Fairy Diary Day 14 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Pixies and humans. Thoughts about those dangers are crowding out those that should be focused on catching Rumble. 

Finally I concluded that I was under-armed against the growing likelihood of an unwanted encounter. 

I stopped when I happened across a yew tree and quickly fashioned more arrows to fill up my quiver. 

While thus engaged, a dark cloud passed in front of the sun. And in the sudden coolness my mind’s eye again saw Rumble at the time he disappeared before me. 

And I knew – to my chagrin – that he must be shielded with an invisibility cloak. 

Why this had escaped me until then haunted me the rest of the day.

Day Six Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Flock upon flock of birds passed over our heads today, originating from somewhere to the north and flying like arrows to the unmoving mountains to the south.

I think they are cranes. Tomas believes them to be as big as the condors he is familiar with.

Elijah caught up to us at midday. We had just finished our meal. I noticed that he did not eat anything. Nor, I believe, did he yesterday.

I did not call attention to it. Neither the Captain nor Tomas seemed to notice. They were more intent upon putting more miles behind us.

Elijah’s step is firm and energetic and shows no sign of lagging. His wit is sharp and engaging.

Should I fast too?