The Fairy Diary Day 433 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We came upon an even greater mystery today. Artoxon’s capital was not where it should have been. It was not anywhere at all. Neither the gates to the city nor Bifitz’s palace were evident from its junction with the Low-way of the dwarves. 

Merlin covered the area testing for any hint of enchantment. And found none. 

Rumble walked about with his hands stretched out in front of his face, expecting to bump into buildings turned invisible. But met with nothing. 

At the last we regrouped to discuss what to do next. Not knowing what had happened made any decisions blind ones. In the end we opted to continue on to the goblin outpost. It was closer than the other dwarf stronghold city, and I was looking forward to seeing any living being, even a goblin. 

The Fairy Diary Day 410 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It has been a frustrating day. Rumble’s map contains very few details for this area, so we wandered into a canyon that seemed to be the main route only to discover it to have no outlet – just a blank wall at the end. 

Even from overhead navigating proved tricky. Dunfallon directed us away from an apparent blind canyon that turned out to be the route we wanted. Noralei saw from our perspective that an arch crossed the passage and not a cliff wall. 

We decided to stay put and let our pixie fly down the various branches at the canyon level to isolate the ‘true’ way. 

I was beginning to think we were up against some kind of enchantment, but there was no indication of the like from any of my three pendants. 

And in all this waiting our hatchling exhibited more wakefulness and required more attention to stop her from wandering away. 

Gibley thinks we need to find the home of his people the dragon handlers sooner than later.

The Fairy Diary Day 365 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Nailbiter gave over to us his private audience chamber so we fairies (including the High Fairy) could question Dunfallon about his captivity. There are so many details that he could not recall. It was our hope that we could jog his memory. Especially as to what Willie had done – and what the Wisp was planning next. 

It had been disappointing to find the crystal cover to the chalice charred and cracked. I held its pieces and examined them throughout the questioning. 

What Dunfallon recalls was being knocked off his eagle and somehow being caught by Willie. It was a pleasant encounter at the first – Willie was friendly, even apologetic for his recent behavior. 

Noralei pointed to his silver whistle and asked why he had not used it to summon his eagle. By the pixie’s blank stare we all knew that there was a spell of forgetfulness at work. 

Rumble, Noralei and I left him in the care of his excellency to deal with the enchantment. 

We gathered outside the burrow to examine further the broken crystal. In the afternoon sunshine a facet to one of the crystal pieces flashed. Looking closer we could see a repeated image of our pixie being pushed off his eagle by the black bird.

The Fairy Diary Day 112 (later) #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

According to Dunfallon something new has been added to the defenses in the air above.  He did not notice it at first. Not on the ground anyways. But once aloft in pursuit of the black birds, their movements made a broad arcing turn, though to his viewpoint all were moving in a straight line. It was then he realized the nature of the enchantment. Anything that enters the space above the border turns back on itself and returns from whence it came. 

And when he rejoined us today Rumble confirmed the same situation on the ground. He cannot wait to introduce us to the architect of the defenses along this section of the border. 

I am intrigued. And hesitant. For I feel more than ever we need to be off. 

Day Five Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I cannot help thinking about our recent guests and their enchantment with those green clad islands, as we pass by visions of surpassing beauty found only in the islands of these climes. They would have asked to move in for a closer look, maybe even have begged to land.

I know I have had such longings. But I realize that we have a schedule to keep and more pressing matters to see to.

Elijah remained in the special cabin all day. I alternated between the bridge and the Purser’s office, lending a hand to Tomas or P as the need arose.

Again a whole day has passed and no ship sightings. It would be disconcerting if we didn’t know why.