The Fairy Diary Day 542 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When Noralei left Rayjil in the stables last night, the dragon refused to stay in any of the pens except that of Conjil’s. All the other stalls she thought were empty. 

When she returned this morning to check on her, Rayjil was missing. Noralei hastened back to tell us. 

Our biggest fear was that Rayjil turned transparent and transported to the other side. We assumed that Glossom and Gibley were there with their dragons and other members of their clan. So we thought Rayjil could have followed their scent.

However, we decided to fully search the goblins’ vast stable first. 

Dunfallon, attracted by noises back in the depths of the stable, found her – and two hatchling dragons – all at play. And all hungry. 

Noralei brought some fire plants back to that pen and filled their trough. And mixed in some of the dragon shell. 

Each of us had the same thought – why had not the goblins left enough provisions for the two baby dragons if they were to be gone for any length of time?

Noralei and Dunfallon wanted to pass over to the other side immediately. But I cautioned them and suggested we provide for the babies first for a sufficient amount of time as we could not take them with us either. 

It took the rest of the day to find everything we needed. So, we shall depart first thing tomorrow. 

The Fairy Diary Day 500 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Glossom did not go with us to the stronghold city of the dwarves. He told us that he had too much work to see to as leader of his goblin clan and could not safely neglect it any longer. 

Before we parted he gifted his nephew with a young dragon that has manifested the same behavior as Rayjil. Not yet named (Gibley would have that honor), she was strong enough to carry the three of us – with room to add Herblas. 

Arriving at the entrance to the Low-way of the dwarves, Gibley remained with the dragon while Dunfallon and I went into the stronghold city. 

Herblas had not been idle and eagerly displayed for us a pouch full of purple gems. I thought they looked promising. 

We paid our respects to Fliget (Gnoston had returned to his village), and alerted him to the intelligence that the black bird was abroad in our land. Then we rejoined Gibley. 

The young goblin, having passed some time with the dragon, had named her. So, he introduced us to Conjil. And after we coaxed Herblas to join us, we winged our way to Merlin’s castle.