The Fairy Diary Day 669 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The dinner given by Tinadell was small and intimate – only we three fairies and Merlin. For a reason that only became clear later, I was seated in the place of honor. 

After the meal was served and eaten, instead of talking about the obvious thing – the impending trial, Tinadell questioned each of us in turn about our recent adventures. Our king was singularly focused on asking Rumble and Noralei and Merlin about my conduct. 

It was a little embarrassing. I interjected praise for my companions at each and every opportunity to deflect from the discomfort of being in the spotlight. 

This morning I was hopeful that it would all be forgotten. And with the return of Dunfallon and Gibley, I felt reasonably certain that my notoriety of the evening before would soon be overshadowed by their fresh accomplishments. 

It was not to be. 

I was present when Tinadell received them. Again, the king turned his questions around to their estimations concerning my actions. I do believe that Merlin took much satisfaction in my discomfort. 

Before the pixie and the goblin departed to their quarters, Dunfallon presented to Tinadell the scroll of the High Fairy by which he communicated with me. The fairy king had asked the pixie to retrieve it from Emminie on the way back to the capital. 

Once Tinadell was alone with Merlin and me, the fairy king asked me point blank if I would accept the post of High Fairy. 

I was flummoxed and at a loss for words. I could only stammer out a reply that I needed time to consider his kind offer. 

Tinadell understood and granted me until after the trial to give my answer. 

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Day Four Hundred Seventy Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We should arrive at the next port of call sometime in the early morning. Plenty of time to prepare my lists. Or add to the one I had put together already.

In any case, I’ve been instructed to offload the containers due at the port we could not enter. The Captain reasons that someone who can claim them, may be at this “neighboring” port.

I’ve not seen Elijah all day. And Tomas repeated the same observation to me when he dropped in after dinner. He helped me plot a way to bring up the mystery container before making a search for our elusive friend.

Afterwards I swung by the special cabin. No Elijah.

I refreshed my soul before turning in.

Day Four Hundred Sixty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Standing watch takes more than just staying awake. You have to stay alert. In the moment and concentrated on mission.

Too easily do my thoughts wander. What I just ate, or what will be for dinner. What was it that Elijah told me. And did I understand him aright.

It’s a constant combat. I have to confront it the second it starts, or I will succumb.
I have to be alert to being alert.

I have completed two watches successfully, but I have one coming up late tonight. So, I have decided to fast dinner and spend the time in our special cabin instead. I feel it to be the only way to maintain my concentration in this long day.