The Fairy Diary Day 685 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin met us upon our arrival last night. Before Cluyjil and the wagon were settled into their places, the cages and their occupants were lifted out of the wagon and spirited away into the depths. 

We each felt a palpable difference being in Gilgorgon’s mountain than times hitherto. And the dwarves were uncomfortable with it too. 

Merlin assured us and Gilgorgon in particular that the worst was past. Evidently in the time before we arrived the wizard had to demonstrate to the dwarf king and his dwarves that they had not doomed their kingdom by their gracious offer to imprison our malefactors. In fact, Merlin promised there would be a great reward. They needed only to add their spells to his to form an unbreakable seal that will sever any connection she has to influence the world outside of herself. 

And so with the new day, the heaviness that was sensed within the mountain dissipated. Normalcy returned throughout. 

And with that Dunfallon was eager to be off back to the pixie lands, even without a game of nine pins with his friend Gabhe the mountain goat. 

Rumble opted to join the pixie in his next adventure, but I decided to stay a while. I wanted to understand better what had happened, and had many questions to ask Merlin. I felt it particularly incumbent upon me given the position of High Fairy that I would soon be assuming. 

The Fairy Diary Day 610 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dibla declined to accompany us to Dromadil. (Most likely he did not relish the thought of riding a dragon). But he did offer an ancient map dating back to the time of their excavations up there. Though not as good as those Rumble has, it should suffice. 

On the map the dwarf called my attention to the stream with a village in the crook of its elbow and I recognized it as the village of the Sprites. He cautioned us that there are more than likely many differences since then. Though he added that up in the area of Dromadil there should not be as many. And he took the time to note a couple passages that the pixies would have most likely sealed off. Gibley’s eyes lit up at this and he stated that he thinks he knows where one of them might be. 

So, as soon as Dunfallon said goodbye to Gabhe, his mountain goat, having just finished a friendly game of nine pins, we bid farewell to Gilgorgon, thanking him for his hospitality and willingness to help. 

We were back in Dromadil by the afternoon. And met Rumble at the inn where Conjil was welcomed back into its stable. 

Rumble had not been idle. While Noralei did wonders with the dungeon cells (so comfortable that she spent the nights there herself), he had familiarized himself with the area and its trouble spots. He eagerly accepted Dibla’s map and went off to study it. 

Dunfallon, Gibley and I discussed how to go about broaching to the Dromadil king the need to ask the Sprites for their help. Then Gibley went off to visit Noralei and to look into a possible entry point into the dwarfish excavation. 

When we were alone I took Dunfallon into the stable and there discussed with him what we could do to forestall the summoning of Conjil away from us. 

The Fairy Diary Day 369 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The meeting to discuss custody of the dragon egg was limited solely to Gilgorgon and Merlin. Although the wizard wrung a concession from the king of the dwarves to allow testimony from Dunfallon. 

Later when the pixie was called for, he was not nearby. I left the antechamber and retrieved him from the caverns below. He was playing a game of nine pins and really did not want to leave off, as he was winning. I convinced his opponent to suspend their game until later. He left Gabhe behind to keep an eye on things. 

After I delivered him, I was settling in for another wait when my pendant grew warm to the touch and it pulled me along through passageway after passageway- gallery after gallery until I was soon somewhere under the mountain unfamiliar to me. 

The air was much warmer down there. And I knew without asking that I had arrived in the area where the dragon egg was being kept. 

Or had been kept. 

The doors to the nesting chamber were wide open and the only evidence that a guard had been in place were the arms and armor scattered on the floor and the particles of ash swirling in the air about me.

I hurried back up to raise the alarm.

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.