The Fairy Diary Day 363 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had a dream about our pixie last night. He was playing a game of hide and seek with us in this his favorite hollow. The image of his smiling face persisted even upon waking. 

Each of us had a similar dream, though Noralei’s had a distinctive difference. She was observing Rumble and me – observing Dunfallon. But she saw what neither of us did – watching everyone was the flitting apparition of the Will’o’the Wisp. 

This formed our topic of discussion as we continued on our way to Nailbiter’s burrow. 

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Bird song echoed from among the branches of the trees and shrubs. Small animals scurried away at our advance. 

We encountered two pixies also traveling the path to Nailbiter’s burrow. We were the only ‘news’ to them for these parts. 

Arriving at the burrow we were given a royal reception. There beside Nailbiter, the High Fairy was also waiting for us. 

His excellency told us that he found no signs of Dunfallon between here and Nonin-gal-dith. 

Nailbiter, however informed us that strange lights have been sighted in the sky above Willie’s swamp.

Day Nine Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Quasimo came to us to offer his help. He shares our concern over Meesa’s disappearance. Though their acquaintance has been but brief, he has learned from the others her part in their rescue.

Jezer was reticent to accept his offer. Though commending his gratitude as the motivation, he said he’d prefer someone familiar with the region in particular.

I suspected that another reason (or force) was at play here. And Elijah sensed it too.

We sent out Jezer by himself and made the point to pass the rest of the day with Quasimo.

When he related their experiences in the desert, playing hide and seek with another large group, we realized that that mystery group may be one of ours.

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

We hide
From each other
From ourselves
From God

We disguise
Our thoughts
Our feelings
Our wounds

He sees
Through our disguises
To where we are hiding
He hears
The cry of our hearts
Of our inmost deep sighing
He knows
Through and through
Inside we are dying

He cares, so…He seeks

He seeks
And will not stop
Having counted the cost
He sweeps
High and low
For the coin that was lost
He braves
The dark, tooth and claw
For the sheep tempest-tossed

He cares, and He desires
That you would care too
And join in the game
And let Him send you.

RWOz2