The Fairy Diary Day 343 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I detected a hint of embarrassment in our friend before he began the account of his latest adventure. That became clearer with the first words out of his mouth. In his  hasty pursuit on the Low-way of those bearing the dragon egg, he ran afoul of one of our traps. It had to have been one of our fairy traps. For he fell into a deep state of forgetfulness. 

And he wandered aimlessly until he fell into the company of a couple of dwarves – our old friends Fliget and Gnoston. That is how Merlin fell into the hands of the ever suspicious Artoxon. 

Something about his surroundings brought him back to his senses. (I believe that the fact of all that gold in one spot would make a perfect nest for a dragon egg did the trick). 

Once he remembered who he was, he thanked them, bid them goodbye, then disappeared from their sight. (He was none too keen to trust those dwarves based on their past history). 

He was more than happy not to explain more when Noralei laid before him the mystery of the chalice and the red ash. 

As the wizard conferred with her and Rumble, I went atop the tower from which it had been removed, and looked around.

The Fairy Diary Day 79 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our search was successful, but only at the end of the day. Our pixie Dunfallon had indeed fallen prey to the Will’o’the Wisp that inhabits these parts. In fact, Dunfallon is quite familiar with him. Even considers him a friend. 

And thereon hangs the tale. 

When his “friend” appeared in the mist that night, he felt no qualms about accompanying him back to his lair for a chat. He thought he’d be back before we knew he was gone. 

But the sprite had other designs. 

When Dunfallon bid him goodbye, Will dusted him with forgetfulness and confined him in a cage. Which is where we found him. 

Rumble easily restrained the Wisp and we had him exchange places with Dunfallon. 

The Fairy Diary Day 58 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Time seemed to limp along today. We stayed put caring for our friend. Rumble can only remember one detail from his experience these past two days. His cloak of invisibility hung up on a thorny plant he was passing. Then, as he described it – “night fell in the middle of the day.”

It is clear to me that the trancing spell commenced at that juncture. But perhaps what is more disturbing this spell shrouds itself in forgetfulness. 

Despite these potential dangers, I yielded to Dunfallon’s desire to go out to look around. 

He brought back Rumble’s cloak. In two pieces. He rent it when disentangling it from the thorny plant it was half hiding. 

And in the action he just escaped the notice of a lone human camped nearby. 

Dunfallon did not hang around lest he suffer the same fate as Rumble.