The Fairy Diary Day 457 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our reception in the Faerie Queen’s court, as expected, has been icy. (Not so with the populace which are accommodating and friendly enough – but then again they are not privy as to why we are here). We were dismissed with a nod each and ushered off to our own wing of the palace, where we are being made to wait for word about the time of our hearing. 

The High Fairy was allowed to deliver our petition to her prime minister once we were settled. We can only wonder what will happen next. 

Dunfallon was more restless than usual. He and I were allowed out into the adjacent garden which kept my pixie friend amused for a matter of fifteen wingbeats before his restlessness resurfaced. Before he could climb the wall I talked him back into our apartments to explore the bookshelves in one corner of the room assigned to me. 

Dunfallon found a tome on breeding dragons and I read with interest one which covered in great detail the bell called the Crack of Doom. As I held it in my lap reading, I sensed palpably darkness leaning over my shoulder. 

Day Five Hundred Fourteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

More empty villages littered our route. Though discouraged we are hopeful for the road ahead. Elijah feels that the household in question may have fled to the large city now within our view. I pointed out of course that the populace of the entire countryside appears to have done the same.

A heavy mist that has covered the environs of the far side of that city has melted away in the afternoon sun, revealing the presence of the sea beyond.

Thankfully it will limit the flight of our fugitives.

However with each step forward the city looms larger. It is an effort to keep the task ahead in perspective, and less daunting.

We decide to seek first for the shipyard.