The Fairy Diary Day 486 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon had been expecting our arrival, so we were ushered into the great hall and seated for a feast. Herblas was every where directing the provisioning of the table. I was watching Gibley whom I could tell was overwhelmed by the extent and variety of the fare placed before us. I do not believe his eyes could be any bigger. He soon had his plate overflowing too. 

No talk about our reasons for being here was allowed. That was held off until this morning. 

Even then we were waiting on Dunfallon, who had been up all night playing nine pins with his friends and talking with Gabhe, the mountain goat. 

After the pixie took his place at the long table, Merlin – with Gilgorgon’s permission, began the meeting. 

The wizard put forth the question that lay heavily on my mind – what had happened to Artoxon and Bifitz? We knew from the High Fairy that they had been banished. But what then after that?

The dwarf king sighed deeply, then called over a member of his guard. This burly dwarf relayed how he had been assigned to observe that the pair had left their former kingdom. They sought refuge in the villages of the former dark elves, but were turned down again and again. 

One day they fell prey to a rampaging troll who smashed them to bits and ate them. 

Thus I knew why they were sighted on the other side. And must still be there. 

The Fairy Diary Day 448 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon’s contingent accompanied us up to their mountain stronghold. They are a special group and make up the household guard of their king. They have been dispatched to prepare for his return. 

Out of respect for Merlin, they let the wizard lead the way. Their leader, Herblas, Gilgorgon’s chief steward, lagged behind often to note down repairs to be done in the future. (I must say that in most instances I could not see anything out of order). 

As we approached the portal entrance, Gabhe bounded forth and pranced excitedly around us. He was excited to greet us and perhaps even more elated at the return of Herblas and his cohorts. 

I thought that Gabhe was simply overjoyed no longer to be alone, but the next instant Dunfallon stood before us also – with a dutiful Cluyjil at his side. 

The pixie had flown on the dragon all the way from Merlin’s castle. And he brought important news with him. 

The Fairy Diary Day 428 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin, Rumble and I descended into the depths of Gilgorgon’s mountain. Gabhe desired to go with us, but felt herself in a bind. On the one hand, she wanted to brave the hazards with us, but she could not shake the onus of responsibility bestowed upon her by the dwarf king. Thus the mountain goat remained behind. 

In the midst of our conference yesterday I had written a note on the scroll to the High Fairy to brief him on our plans. No answer had been forthcoming until I checked again just as we entered the underground passage to the other dwarf kingdom. 

There waiting was his excellency’s reply, containing two bits of news- the goblins report that all is quiet on their frontier with Artoxon’s kingdom – and that the Dromadil pixies had executed the dark elf Hawk for the murder of two of their guards. 

I was saddened at the news about Hawk (Rumble not so much). 

Merlin took the lead. He had been here before, of course, when he and Gilgorgon battled the invading dark elves. Our way was brightly lit, for Gilgorgon must have left the oil flowing after he and his troops passed. It was welcome, even cheery. But I admit to being on edge the further we went. 

The Fairy Diary Day 426 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was slow going in the clinging darkness – only dispelled by the glow atop Merlin’s staff and from that of my pendants. Rumble was more familiar with these passages than either Merlin or me, having traveled them many times with Dunfallon in search of amusement. But he confessed to be confused at some of the odd turnings. 

After he stumbled where clearly he should not have, we realized we were up against a most dangerous spell – most likely one peculiar to dwarves. While the wizard took the measure of our surroundings, Rumble and I stood and watched. 

We were thus engaged admiring the craftsmanship of the dwarves in the carvings when our serenity was broken by the silhouette of a mountain goat – seemingly bounding upon the ceiling of the passageway. 

It was our friend Gabhe and the first words out of his mouth were, “Where’s Dunf?”

He was saddened to hear that the pixie was not with us. But quickly recovered – addressed himself to Merlin and said, “My turn to help you.”

With his encouragement we joined him on the ceiling and the world turned upside down or rather it proved that we were the ones who had been on the ceiling and were now turned right side up. 

And following the lead of Gabhe we made our way down to the great hall of Gilgorgon. 

The Fairy Diary Day 368 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was quite an ordeal for Merlin to carry us all at once up to Gilgorgon’s mountain. Not that four fairies and one pixie weigh very much, but besides the pieces of the broken crystal and other odds and ends from Willie’s lair, he also transported Dunfallon’s mountain goat – at the pixie’s insistence. 

Such was his fatigue that he put off his audience with Gilgorgon until tomorrow. 

I think it all for the best. I believe the dwarf king given enough time will come to the realization that to give over the dragon egg is in the best interest of all parties. 

An interesting aftermath to our journey here – Dunfallon’s mountain goat can now speak – much to the delight of the pixie. They have gone off to watch a game of nine pins. 

The mountain goat (who prefers to be called Gabhe) told us that flying does not agree with him. And if given his wish, prefers never to do so again.

The Fairy Diary Day 364 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Sometimes decisions don’t prove their true worth until a good deal of time has passed. Other times the reason one made the choice to begin with has a completely other unlooked for – and better outcome than one may have planned. 

Such was our decision to bring Dunfallon’s mountain goat with us. 

Though this was not apparent when our day began. The dew was still on the trumpet lilies when Rumble rushed up to me with the news that the mountain goat was missing. Nailbiter launched a full search of the burrow and the immediate vicinity – favoring the direction towards Willie’s swamp. 

Noralei made up the party towards that side. Just short of the pond there, the mountain goat came prancing from behind an immense shrub to nuzzle her. Then he led her back behind the bush. 

There she found an unhappy Dunfallon sitting in an improvised cage staked out on the ground. Answering their call, Rumble and I helped break him out. We had to exercise extreme caution for Dunfallon informed us that Willie had booby trapped it. 

When free, our pixie raced off to the Wisp’s lair. There we joined him in front of the burned out crystal. And no Will’o’the Wisp. 

Dunfallon had one consolation, being reunited with his mountain goat. 

We asked the High Fairy to report to Merlin that our trail is again cold.

The Fairy Diary Day 361 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Corbet is a brawny youth, pleasant if a bit simple. We had to ask him to slow his pace on the downward slopes, as he liked to gallop ahead, and I feared we would be apt to miss signs of our pixie friend if we rushed along too fast. Besides it excited Dunfallon’s mountain goat too much. And we certainly did not want to lose control of it. 

We came to the end of the forest and entered into the broad area of rolling hills. After that we all settled into a comfortable stride. Rumble kept by Corbet and engaged him in conversation. Noralei and I each took a flank. That way we were sure not to miss a thing. 

I kept an eye peeled for any dragons or black birds passing overhead. And wondered how Merlin was faring in his search after the dragon. While in the mountain I could not help but notice that the strain persists between the wizard and Gilgorgon over the issue of the dragon egg. The dwarf king still refuses to turn it over to Merlin. 

We shall decide in the morning our next steps as we enter the lands of the pixies.

The Fairy Diary Day 360 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon’s dwarves have now all returned. They have covered the immediate vicinity of their mountain and have nothing to report about our pixie – but they did come across dragon droppings. Therefore, Merlin has decided to turn his focus to the possibility that the dragon Dunfallon had encountered is on the hunt for the eggs. 

It will fall to us fairies to take up the search for Dunfallon. Once we have everything together we will set out for the pixie burrows, and failing that to Willie’s bog or even Nonin-gal-dith beyond. That is, if we don’t meet up with the High Fairy before then. 

Because Rumble reasoned that Dunfallon may have lost his silver whistle with which to summon his eagle, he came up with the idea to take the pixie’s mountain goat along with us. (It was just delivered to Gilgorgon today by Cawthrup’s son Corbet who has offered to accompany us just to this side of the pixie burrows). 

When all was prepared Noralei hurried us down the mountain before night set on. 

A Pixie Tale Day 356 #TFDbyRWOz2

Dunfallon writes:

Meribabell made me write down my story in his journal. I much better prefer telling it to writing it – especially as I can not include the music I played on my harp to accompany the tale. (Besides I find it annoying that Rumble stands over me correcting my pictagrams). 

But here goes. 

It all began back at the time Artoxon’s dwarves were reclaiming their city. 

It seems rewards were flowing to everyone. And I admit I was a bit sad that nothing was coming my way. Not that I was expecting anything. I am sure no one was. But once the dwarves started handing out rewards I could not help but think – where is mine? I did not say so outloud – but Fliget could tell something was off just by looking at me. 

It was after I helped him by handing out all those sacks of gold to the Dromadil pixies, he came up to me and with a flourish presented this marvelous harp to me. I was embarrassed for the attention – and perhaps for what I did next. I asked to speak to Fliget alone and then and there I asked boldly if I might have a sack of gold too – (after explaining the debt I owed to some humans for the loss of some livestock). 

He surprised me and gave me two. 

Then and there I knew I needed to make good on my debt as soon as possible. And I felt one bag would cover it. 

So when I left from the stronghold on my eagle to fly to Merlin’s castle, I took my instructions to heart and extended my search for Willie all the way up to Nimrood’s kingdom – then just a bit farther to Cawthrup’s homestead and there paid the debt for my part in the loss of his lambs. 

And I did not see Willie anywhere thereabouts – so I think we can rule out the human kingdom. 

But while with Cawthrup, one of his goats came over to greet me. It was MY mountain goat!!

Cawthrup bought him off of an itinerant herdsman some time ago. 

I immediately gave him my other bag of gold – firstly, to reimburse him and secondly, to hire one of his sons to transport my goat to Gilgorgon’s mountain. I am not willing to trust the fairies of the pasture near Nonin-gal-dith again. 

Satisfied with their promises that they would fulfill my wishes, I was about to depart, but Cawthrup tried to dissuade me on account of dragon sightings in the area at that time of day. 

I should have listened. 

No sooner had we taken off than a dragon came snaking after us in the sky. My eagle dropped like a stone and I held on for dear life. Before I knew it the dragon was making another attempt on us. But I had sufficiently gained enough control to put my eagle into a corkscrew spin. And in the dragon’s haste to follow us it tied its neck into a knot and broke off its pursuit to disentangle itself. 

I know this all sounds fantastic but it is all absolutely true. 

And just wait until I tell about my recent encounter with Willie.

The Fairy Diary Day 96 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I caught up with Dunfallon this morning outside the home of the High Fairy. We had all been summoned. He informed me that he had come to the conclusion to leave his mountain goat behind. He thought it best all around, arguing that it would be horrible to lose her to some hungry human and besides he could call upon his golden eagle for transport. 

I thought for sure the High Fairy would have made that very decision, but I was glad the pixie had made it himself. 

Rumble was already inside and he had a map for each of us. Each drawn by himself. He says he composed it from all the best charts available. 

I remember thinking that it wouldn’t be long before we were off to the human lands. A sentiment that the High Fairy spoke out loud, but he added that he felt that our team was not yet complete.

In the stillness after his pronouncement I knew whom I must see tomorrow.