The Fairy Diary Day 246 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The six elves played our hosts at the inn, and we whiled away a very pleasant time into the wee hours. Ragonil, their leader, knows Navril quite well, so we had a point on which to pin a lot of our conversation. We learned quite a bit about our friend from Laguayil. But almost nothing about the land of the dark elves. It too bears a name no one will speak. 

More importantly we discussed at length the plans for today. They came back for us mid morning and escorted us down to the city by the bay. 

Officially on the map it is called Corbelin, but the elves of the light prefer the longer title of the Gateway to the West or Dunavonlea. 

Ragonil had in mind a friend who captains a vessel that carries on a coastal trade. He pointed to his friend’s vessel – a two masted bark. 

Regretfully I told him that though it had two masts, it was not the one from my vision – there were no pair of eyes painted on its bow. 

We spent the rest of the day looking to no avail.

The Fairy Diary Day 245 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Down from the mountains we passed onto the foothills. Our road now is surrounded by orchards and vineyards. Dunfallon, surprisingly, does not wander off to take in the sights and aromas of burgeoning blossoms. (He did pick a few wild flowers and presented them to Noralei – which she received graciously).

Here and there we passed elves superintending the work of the bees. They were friendly when they caught sight of us, but none set aside what they were doing to come talk. 

They did not need to as it turned out. Six elves appeared at the head of a bridge and surrounded us to hold up our passage. Word had come to them to expect travelers that fit our description. We confirmed our identity with Nililitil’s passport, and with that they allowed us to pass over. 

With one request- to join them for dinner at the Blue Daffodil, an inn just a bit down the road.