The Fairy Diary Day 364 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Sometimes decisions don’t prove their true worth until a good deal of time has passed. Other times the reason one made the choice to begin with has a completely other unlooked for – and better outcome than one may have planned. 

Such was our decision to bring Dunfallon’s mountain goat with us. 

Though this was not apparent when our day began. The dew was still on the trumpet lilies when Rumble rushed up to me with the news that the mountain goat was missing. Nailbiter launched a full search of the burrow and the immediate vicinity – favoring the direction towards Willie’s swamp. 

Noralei made up the party towards that side. Just short of the pond there, the mountain goat came prancing from behind an immense shrub to nuzzle her. Then he led her back behind the bush. 

There she found an unhappy Dunfallon sitting in an improvised cage staked out on the ground. Answering their call, Rumble and I helped break him out. We had to exercise extreme caution for Dunfallon informed us that Willie had booby trapped it. 

When free, our pixie raced off to the Wisp’s lair. There we joined him in front of the burned out crystal. And no Will’o’the Wisp. 

Dunfallon had one consolation, being reunited with his mountain goat. 

We asked the High Fairy to report to Merlin that our trail is again cold.

The Fairy Diary Day 237 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon and Geog came to me at first light to tell me their decisions. In the wee hours prior, Merlin had invited himself to join them under the stars where they were wrestling with the alternatives. As the pixie relates it, the wizard was silent and simply listened. And each of them found as they talked, they saw clearly what each needed to do – Dunfallon saw himself sailing in a ship on the waves of a mighty sea, and Geog saw himself on the march with an elvish army. 

So in the peace of settled resolve, all of us assembled in the Laguayilian council chamber and there made our thanks to Nililitil for his hospitality and bid our farewells. 

Nililitil still would have preferred us all to march with his armies, but he understands our obedience to the vision. And he rejoiced to have Geog in his forces. And is overjoyed that Merlin will accompany them – which we learned at the moment of our departure. 

The Invitation

The Invitation

Drawn by
The attraction
Still my senses
Were telling me
The cost would be
More than
I could bear
But all I could do
Was stand and stare

There it lay
Unopened
Filling me with dread
There were so
Many places
I’d rather go instead
The fear was
Overwhelming
Petrified by
The unknown
Arrayed all
Around me
By properties
Ingrown

I knew it for what it was
Or thought I did
Now there’s the rub
The bogeys I see
Within my mind
Whisper nothings
All too real

A ‘No decision’ is a decision
No balance between yes and no
The answer is final either way
And rendered under the seal.

RWOz2

Day Nine Hundred Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A spirit of calm pervades the prison. Much due to the leadership of Reuben and Magwich.

Throughout the day decisions were made between the two groups: the guards and the prisoners, as how to best govern ourselves to the end that we all escape this place.

And escape we must. We cannot simply walk out. For by the manner in which we, the prisoners, were brought in, we were kept in the dark that the prison is situated within the bounds of a military installation.

Though certain that word has not leaked to them of the great change here, Reuben is not sure how long that secret can be maintained.

Elijah declares, however, that we only need wait until tomorrow.

Day Nine Hundred Twenty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our meeting concluded, Raj P took over the consolation of his brother and folded him into his group.

With the new day we set about implementing our decisions.

We assigned to Jezer the task of running down what has happened to Raj G’s people. And Quasimo stepped up to help him in that quest. (I believe Jezer has opened up to be more amenable to taking someone with him).

Sensing the hour and the day at hand, Elijah and I took Tomas and the Captain aside to enlist their aid in finding the other parties that long ago (and far away) set out for their calling in Jerusalem. Their present whereabouts is a complete mystery to all but the Spirit.

Day Nine Hundred Three #DairyoftheEndoftheWorld

Our council closed last night with a series of decisions. Quasimo was dispatched back to the hiding place overnight. We all knew that Jezer would be beside himself waiting for news about us.

And we hope Quasimo will arrive before Jezer does something rash. We want Quasimo to take over there and free up Jezer to come help us.

We bid Godspeed this morning to Meesa who will lead Mei and her group to our base.

The rest of us will wait for Jezer to arrive before Elijah and I depart with the combined groups of Tomas and the Captain. That way we can vouch for and introduce Raj P to Jezer.

We pray that it will all come together.

Day Seven Hundred Fifty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas brought back a lot of intelligence about the habitation in the clearing. We sifted through it, point by point before making our decisions.

The habitation is marked by signs of the presence of the world government. Tomas saw their flag at the entrance on the far side of the compound. So, the Captain’s advice seemed most appropriate.

There is a very good road leading out of this area upon which Tomas had observed tanker trucks. Thus Stan and his people have the same idea as the Supreme Commander’s army.

And so, we will have to steer clear of that access. More’s the pity.

We wait again while Tomas searches another exit.

All of us, including Mei live in hope.

Day Six Hundred Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The high mountains to the south are dropping behind us, and slipping below that horizon. At the same time we can finally see the end to this desert, and the beginning of a mountain range rising to block our way.

Of course, none of this was apparent during our night passage, but has now become so clear as we stop at a fork in the road to rest for the daylight hours.

We have some decisions to make before tonight. So, Tomas, ever the explorer, left us to see if the right fork would take us in a desirable direction.

Both Elijah and I think that the space between two of the peaks may indicate the presence of a passage.

Day Six Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

From day to day the heat has been mounting. I do not know if it is a function of going deeper into the desert, or the accumulation of days since Elijah sealed the heavens, commanding this drought.

Tomas located another well, so we have resupplied handsomely. There was a nearby shallow pool whose shrunken border gave clear evidence of the effectiveness of the drought.

At the evening meal (Elijah still abstains), I broached the subject of night travel again. And again the consensus was against me. At least for now.

As to the topic of fasting, I have the desire on my part, but not a clear cut permission to do so.

Grappling with these decisions makes for long nights.