The Fairy Diary Day 362 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We parted company with Corbet today just before we passed into the territory of the pixies. The young man was very apprehensive at the prospect of falling prey to their pranks. 

(He’s heard too many stories about encounters his people have had with pixies that downright scare him. And probably our mention of the name of the pixie we will be visiting – Nailbiter – has only deepened his fears).

We bid him goodbye as he set off to find his way around the pixie lands. Rumble had enjoyed their talks together, so he was saddened to see him go. 

First things first, we wanted to check out Dunfallon’s favorite spot which he once had shown us. From memory Noralei lead us into the cozy little hollow. 

There we found some signs of recent occupation – but as to whether or not they were those of our pixie none could say for certain. 

With the day far spent by that time, we decided to pass the night here.

Day Five Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Hans, our new sailor guest, wanted the Captain to take the ship out immediately. He believed the port, and the entire island to be surrounded by warships. For emphasis he pointed to the glowing fires in the distance.

But we knew his fears in that regard to be unfounded. Yes there were fires, but they were not due to any ships offshore. Besides I felt there would be little incentive to destroy such a magnificent facility if it could be had by other means.

He settled down with the advent of a new day, when all was revealed to be as before.

Elijah met with the Captain and told him it was safe to enter.

The anchor was ordered up.

Day One Hundred Twenty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle had returned late yesterday empty handed.  He said it was as if the streets cleared out whichever way he turned.

We both trekked back into the west end today. He will again seek out the one who is above the know-nothing supervisor.

I sought out Kip. But he found me first. He was waiting for me in the second avenue entrance.

We walked back to his home, and he spoke the whole way.

Before going in, I sensed it, all along he’d been trying to misdirect me. I confronted him.

A nervous tic took over and he broke down.

His words tumbled out, not contradicting all he previously shared, but a confession of the fears that motivated him.