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.

Day Eight Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The air is no longer arid. It has given way to a moistness, the excess thrown off by the surrounding plants through the night. We breathed deeply with the lifting of the dew this morning.

We passed by fishermen plying their trade from the banks. Some rose to greet us expecting we were there as customers, but they turned and slunk away when they got a closer look at Elijah.

We were left wondering when we will come up against forces that won’t hesitate to challenge us.

Elijah is anticipating being taken into custody so we can get where we need to be.

He has his sights set on the highest structure in the skyline of the megapolis.

Perhaps soon.