The Fairy Diary Day 94 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Now the waiting has begun again. The High Fairy advised us to seek out the proper time to depart. He is certain there are several things we each need to do to prepare ourselves for the mission ahead. 

Rumble excused himself to the library to brush up on the geography and history – and anything else he can glean about the land and peoples to which we will be going. 

Dunfallon departed the village briefly to check on his goat – to be sure she was cared for. (I know he wants to take her with us, but that detail as of yet is not settled). 

I visited with the High Fairy in his chambers. He shared with me stories of his adventures in the years gone by, those centered upon his interactions with Merlin.

The Fairy Diary Day 91 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Home. We stabled Dunfallon’s goat, then passed through the daisy chain defenses before high noon. I noticed that they have filled in some areas with cornflowers. They make the fortifications even more formidable. 

The High Fairy met us beyond the last flower ring at the gate to Nonin-gal-dith. Before any greetings he waved his hand over the lantern. The motion silenced Willie mid scream and he dropped off to sleep. 

The High Fairy then greeted each of us in turn. Dunfallon easily commanded a good share of his time. I believe the knowledge he acquired beforehand from me impressed his excellency. 

At the end Rumble took Dunfallon on his promised tour to see the sights of our village. 

And the High Fairy led me away to his chambers for a long conversation. There he deposited the lantern with the slumbering Willie.

The Fairy Diary Day 90 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

With every step we take Willie’s behavior gets odder and odder. One minute his substance blows up and fills the lantern, the next he shrinks to the size of a speck. 

Rumble thought it was an escape attempt and shook the lantern until he grew back to normal size.  These actions brought him to heel only briefly for he soon was wailing like a banshee. 

I trust the High Fairy will know how to handle the Wisp. 

On a more pleasing note I am delighted to answer the questions of our young pixie friend. He wants to know everything about the Faerie Kingdom before we arrive. 

His is a keen, curious mind. 

That said, I cautioned him to rein in his natural bent for pranks, as most fairies look down on such shenanigans from pixies. 

Then, I broached to him what has to be done for his goat. She will have to remain outside Nonin-gal-dith in the care of the fairies of the pasture. 

He willingly accepted the restriction.

The Fairy Diary Day 78 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I awoke this morning to find Dunfallon gone.  I shook Rumble and together we looked for him. 

His goat was still tethered in the same spot as last night and did not seem to be disturbed by the absence of her master. 

We called out for him, but there was no answer. And strange to say, it was unnaturally quiet around about. No bird song.

Again and again our search ended at a nearby pond. The ground thereabouts was marshy and beyond the pond was quite swampy. 

Then Rumble said what I was thinking. That we needed to search the swamp for a will’o’the wisp. And our missing friend.

The Fairy Diary Day 77 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When we left the hillocks a black bird was waiting for us where we planned to enter the woodlands. I spotted it first and at my alarm, Dunfallon charged ahead on his goat. 

I thought fleetingly of sending an arrow at the bird, but almost before the thought was born, the raven cawwed once, and winged off. 

In response Rumble spread his wings and took up the pursuit. Fearful of a trap, I called him back. 

We conferred and decided that in future we would only act and move in concert whenever that ominous bird appeared. 

Once in the woods, Dunfallon took the lead and told us we should be in Nailbiter’s village sometime tomorrow. 

The Fairy Diary Day 56 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The sand is giving way to solid rock as we approach an area littered with formations of stone thrust up from the earth. The mountain goat welcomes the change. Dunfallon let her run free while he walked with us a while. 

We all wondered if this were our destination – given the similarity to the stones here and those that formed the mountain that brought us to this land. The increase of the pull on my pendant would seem to say “Yes.”

Rumble insisted we wait while he went forward to investigate under the cover of his cloak of invisibility. 

Dunfallon and I waited into the evening, but our friend did not return.  

The Fairy Diary Day 54 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This morning found us in another trackless waste. The plants are fewer and farther in between. And none of them in blossom. Rumble and I were able to coax some to bloom, but they soon withered. 

Dunfallon discovered how to wring water out of one particular plant for us and his goat. 

It was during one of these frequent rests to procure more moisture that Rumble noticed a cloud of sand rising in the distance.

It was headed straight for us. And swiftly. 

We had just enough time to steer out of its way. 

It was another army of trolls – pushed along by something. One could not see it – more like feel its presence and the force it exerted. 

They passed in a rush of wind. 

We wondered if we were supposed to pursue and oppose their transit to our land. 

But my pendant was pulling me onward- to where the army of trolls had come from. 

The Fairy Diary Day 53 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When we arrived at the base of the mountain we were no longer in the same land. Instead of a depression in the middle of a plain, we stepped onto a sandy desert. We could not have been more surprised. Our pixie’s goat had to be restrained from turning around and climbing back up the mountain. 

If not for another message from the High Fairy, we all might have joined Dunfallon’s mount on its desperate attempt to flee this unwelcome place. 

Satisfied we were where we needed to be, we pushed onwards keeping the mountain to our backs. (The only way I could think to navigate). 

And just like on our world we passed through a veil into a more inviting terrain. 

Rumble was particularly gratified to see plants here – with wildly exotic blooms.

The Fairy Diary Day 50 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We stopped just short of the clouds yesterday. They darkened into a thunderstorm and drove us to seek shelter. Thankfully our scout Dunfallon knew a perfect place for us to wait out the storm. A hollow space where a stone should have been, but was not. 

As the storm grew in intensity so did my sense that an evil magic was at play. 

It turned into a fitful night. Dunfallon was hard pressed to keep his goat calm. Rumble himself was constantly pacing. 

We ventured forth the next morning to begin our climb again, we discovered that it was not morning, but night had rolled in again. 

We had lost a day.

The Fairy Diary Day 47 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon had not seen what we saw. Trolls were everywhere at the base of that heap of stones, pushing everything skyward. None of them appeared to be in control of their actions – all of a single mind – under a spell as it were. 

His demeanor has been contrite all morning. Thankful I should hope for our rescue of him and his goat. 

Of course, we shall have to return to the depression. If only because our path seems of necessity to lead through there. 

We must exercise extreme caution and fully investigate the area before proceeding. 

When we shared this our moping pixie perked up. 

However, I wrote the High Fairy to lay our plans before him first. 

And now we wait.