The Fairy Diary Day 516 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before our descent, while we were still on the lip of the crater, Noralei decided and directed that we get as deep and as fast as we could. So, rather than keep to the solid ground to descend via the pathways we launched out towards the center of the well. There she hoped we could fly down to the Dark One’s lair and drastically reduce the time it would take to reach him. 

But that proved to be impossible. There in the center the turbulence was such that try as we might we were being blown up and out of the well. Additionally the force of the wind was breaking apart our formation, causing us to lose track of one another. And since we believed we must stay in contact with one another to maintain our power to overwhelm our adversary, we retreated to the nearest solid ground, and again pushed on in our descent. 

Keeping together had the added advantage of lighting our way better through the cloying darkness. And as for the gloom that unsettled our minds, my pendants I do believe warded off the evil thoughts. But best of all were the songs that Navril sang – especially a pixie ditty that he learned somewhere. Dunfallon picked up in that one with gusto. 

Thus we shall press on. Gibley is confident that we are progressing handsomely. 

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Though an overcast day, the column of smoke was still discernible over the city. (It was a degree or two lighter in color).

Anxious thoughts about Enough and Grazie crowded my mind. I resisted the gloom. But at the point of success, a horde of drones descended upon us out of the city.

You’d think Moglen lost something.

Day One Hundred Fifty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle and I had barely nodded at one another before the responsibilities of the day pulled us apart. I had no time to share my vision, nor he his.

The widow told me it was imperative that I check on Grazie. An over-bearing sadness is how she described it.

I caught up with her at the vineyard. Indeed she was shrouded in gloom, and avoided my gaze. On inspiration I shared with her my vision of the Glorious Appearing. That made the difference – hope!

Lyle had been summoned to a meeting by Moglen. He went without hesitation.

At the end of the day we caught up with one another. Stan has returned. And we both had the same vision.