The Fairy Diary Day 547 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Glossom took pity on the state of our clothing and dug out some furs – child goblin size – and soon had us clad against the cold. 

The goblins were keen to return to their hunting and asked us to accompany them. But we begged off for now and chose instead to remain by the fire with Merlin. 

He had a lot to tell us. 

He had walked all the way here, having entered via the lands to the north of Dromadil. It took a moment to comprehend what he had just relayed to us. 

Then he claimed that the cold invading our world was originating from here. This he had explained to the goblins already – but so far they were not alarmed nor even cared about it. 

Dromadil has frozen over already and he fears Laguayil and the Faerie Kingdom are next. 

Dunfallon piped up and said, “And my pixie burrow too?”

We all agreed that we would had to find a solution for this problem. 

The Fairy Diary Day 517 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rayjil took the lead, and we followed after her and her riders. Atop her, Noralei, kept us in close contact at every turning, grouping us so that we traveled in the darkness together. And thus allowing what light our crystals produced and what our armor reflected to bathe us continually.

We were well prepared for the darkness, but not quite so for the cold. I could feel it in my wings – so much so that they throbbed with pain. And the same pain was in my hands.

I have been checking my scroll often since arriving here on the other side. Our hope is that the High Fairy and l will still be able to communicate. So far nothing from him has found its way to the bottom. I scratched out a few thoughts there in hopes he would see them.

I try not to dwell on thoughts of what may lie ahead – of the dangers we may face – or what the adversary may fling against us. 

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Insufferably cold today. We kept sequestered in the redoubt. Huddled by the fire, for the most part. And the duration of the watches were shortened to limit exposure.

For the better part of the day we did not see Elijah or Mawuli. So, they missed the beginnings of the excitement when Reuben, on his tour, called for our help.

A pack of wild dogs had been feeding down in the garbage pit, when they caught Reuben’s (or perhaps our) scent.

Originally he had seen only a half dozen or so. By the time I joined him it grew to a hundred starving beasts circling the redoubt.

I broke in on Elijah and Mawuli to enlist their aid against the threat.

Day Seven Hundred Forty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our attention was driven to another topic today – the cold. We are so thankful for the extra clothing that the Supreme Commander had ordered for us. We kept moving as the best means to combat it, lingering long in those areas we could stay out of the wind.

From each respite we pushed on in silence. Something easy to do, for we wrapped our heads, covering our mouths.

I had a lot of time to think as we went along. I have a growing burden – to talk with Mei, and relay to her some small insights that should help her through the days ahead.

I am thankful for this time to formulate my ideas into a cohesive and comprehensive expression.