The Fairy Diary Day 317 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Fliget and Gnoston lighted the way with their crystal sticks. We all noticed that something about this encouraged Willie to glow brighter again. 

I had wanted for us to maintain complete silence as we traveled along the Low-way, but our guides assured us that the dark elves were leagues away. Thus, Short and Shorter, as Rumble likes to refer to them have kept up an endless stream of chatter with Dunfallon. (I think they are quite taken with our pixie – his smaller size, no doubt, having much to do with it). 

I found their discourse to be quite informative. Fliget extolled the strength of the dwarves’ stronghold to the south, near the end of the Low-way. This despite the fact that the dark elves now occupy it. (His pride was rooted in the fact that the dwarves had created it). Gnoston went on to say that the families of the dark elves – women and children – had recently joined their armies there. 

Noralei and I were both surprised by this news. I passed it onto the High Fairy.

the ragged world

the ragged world

the bright bauble
that clogs our minds
impels us into
its embrace

at what point
do we realize
we cannot
measure it
with the span
of our hand
nor subdue
its breadth
to our knowing

man is not
the gauge
of everything
pride warps the
boundary lines
and fudges
the increments

through
the humble door
alone
can the thread-bare
ragged world
be seen
in clarity

RWOz2

Day Eight Hundred Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Stan could not have been more wrong. And we were content not to disabuse him of his mistaken notion. Not that he left us any means to communicate that back to him. Unless, of course, he had some kind of “eyes” on us. In which case he might guess at the reason behind our unconcern.

For what would he make of the fact our staying the night? Or that we took our ease and went on walks around the megapolis seeing the sights and taking the measure of our adversary?

For as in other places we’ve been through, his image was everywhere, wreathed in honor and pomp.

Very sad, really. Such an immense pride shall surely have a great fall.