The Fairy Diary Day 168 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The mystery about my pendant lifted with the morning sun. Out of the mist drawn skyward by its penetrating rays, Merlin joined us, bringing with him a bound Tog at the end of a golden rope. 

The wizard presented to me the missing pendant and he released  the contrite Tog. The pixie chief groveled at my feet and begged my forgiveness. 

I looked to Merlin first. He nodded. And then spoke. “The little fellow was overwhelmed by a desire driven by our enemy. Much like that experienced by your Will’o’the Wisp. But thankfully not rooted in its hatred of fairies.”

I raised Tog to his feet and told him all was well. Dunfallon collected him and accompanied him into the burrow. 

Merlin turned to me with a chuckle. “He was quite surprised to see me instead of his stated wish when he got alone with the pendant. I had him up to my castle and there explained the error of his ways.”

He then discussed things with Rumble and myself.


The Fairy Diary Day 131 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We passed by the first human outpost today. Dunfallon checked it out from the air and Rumble made  sure all was clear on the ground. While they saw to their tasks I talked with Noralei about her time at Merlin’s castle. And eventually circled around to her observations about the Will’o’the Wisp. 

She knew little more than the new prison she had helped fashion for him. It is larger inside than the outside confines – part of the spell Merlin cast over it. He is right at home for it contains a good deal of his swamp. And at times he sings like a contented song bird. Though she says she understands not a word. 

And I knew that Merlin must know that of which he sings. 

We moved into the outpost at the ‘all clear’ from the boys. 

And I was left to ponder.

The Fairy Diary Day 64 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon’s turn today to try out his new skills in front of an audience. The owl invited us up into the tallest tower of the castle. And to our amazement and amusement the pixie trotted out on the back of a golden eagle. The two made a curtsy before turning and hopping up to the window sill. 

And from that lofty perch launched themselves into space. After five or six rapid circuits of the tower and a screaming dive down to the castle courtyard, the flying duo presented themselves before us. 

Dunfallon is one proud pixie.  But he did dismount and give praise to his powerful companion. 

I wondered what was next for his other mount – the doughty mountain goat.  As an answer to my unspoken question, Dunfallon ran to the goat and told him not to worry for he would not forsake him.

I learned from the pixie later that the eagle will only come when he calls him. And he held up a silver whistle on a chain about his neck and winked.

The Fairy Diary Day 61 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin keeps a full house of guests – furry, feathered and otherwise. We are his latest additions, and though he has explained the who-ness and what-ness of his arrangements, he has yet to go into the why-ness and the how-ness of things going forward. 

“All in good time,” our host chimes in. “Those are disasters for another day.”

I am sure he realizes that such open ended questions are annoying to any thinking fairy. 

Rumble agrees. 

Dunfallon, however, could not care less. He is much too busy running around the castle, poking his nose into every nook and cranny, and introducing himself to every breathing being who will take the time to talk to him. 

I believe his poor mountain goat is feeling very neglected.

The Fairy Diary Day 60 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We had approached the man with reasonable precaution. Or so I thought. You never know with humans. They design and plot to gain control of us for their own reasons. Usually greed. 

But something about this individual disarmed us the closer we came to him. His eyes had no hard edge to them and would easily charm any woodland denizen to his side. 

My pendant flashed like never before and the man awakened and rose to his feet with a smile. He extended his arm in invitation to us and receiving our assent, whisked all of us to his lofty castle – we know not where. 

Though as we walk its rampart this morning we are astonished at all we can see spread out before us. Everywhere we have been so far. Even so far as Nonin-gal-dith. 

But so much more is gathered under the darkness. And that is why, so the High Fairy has written, that we have been led to the wizard supreme.