The Fairy Diary Day 175 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before settling in last night I wrote out a new message to the High Fairy, asking his advice in this situation. I felt so uneasy about those who will not return to their farms. Yet who am I to oppose them? Nimrood had not included a command to do so in his proclamation. Just a notice that all was now safe to return. 

I must resolve this soon for as Merlin has been so clear our presence is required elsewhere. 

I was so glad and relieved to receive an answer from his excellency this morning. 

He stated that since we are not their rulers we are safe to allow them to choose their course. Yet he cryptically added that I must warn them that there will be consequences in the near future and they will be forced to return. 

I was on my way to relay this message to Cawthrup when an uproar broke out among the humans. 

As their agitation died down I was able to learn that someone or something had rounded up all their livestock and took them away. 

I felt thwarted all over again as I felt I could not give them the other message in this instance. Instead I offered to help them recover their animals.

Advertisement

The Fairy Diary Day 174 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei knew all the passwords, signs and countersigns employed by Caywyn’s clan. And that secured the audience we needed in which we presented Nimrood’s proclamation. 

Cawthrup is the leader’s name and he accepted us readily, or so we thought. 

He put a call out around to his people and invited us to stay in the nearby woodlands while they gathered, reasoning that we would be more at home in their confines. 

Rumble and Dunfallon accepted the offer without a second thought. But Noralei and I were uneasy with that arrangement. She did wring from him a promise to keep all iron weapons, and even iron farm implements far away from us. (And she took the added precaution of erecting the protective barrier around us for the night).

Thus we passed it peacefully and thankfully our reception with the humans this morning went smoothly.  Most of them were glad for the news that they may return to their farms. But there were a few others, including Cawthrup who desire to stay on their new lands. 

What does that mean for our mission?

The Fairy Diary Day 173 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble was the first to notice the change in the landscape ahead and drew our attention to the patches of brown earth that dotted the far side of the plain. 

We had found some refugees. 

Now how best to inform them of the change back in their homeland. 

We had the proclamation from Nimrood but would they accept it from us? Would they even let us come close? None may ever have encountered fairies or pixies before. And they might be armed with iron weapons. 

We pressed onwards and set our sights on the closest and smallest cleared field. It seemed the safest course. 

As we neared we made out a family busy outside. A flag flew atop of their simple hovel. 

Taking one look at it Noralei became excited. 

“I know that flag,” she said. “And now I know why the High Fairy insisted that I come with you.”

The flag was that of Caywyn’s family and clan and Noralei knew exactly how to approach them. 

That is what she did and how we met the leader of the refugees.

The Fairy Diary Day 161 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

There is something about the coolness of the woods on a hot day that is so refreshing. But Geog mentioned to Dunfallon (and the pixie to us), that it was much too quiet hereabouts. No bird song and hardly a breeze to rustle the leaves. 

I had noticed the lack of such sounds in our surroundings too. But was thankful for the absence of those black birds spying on us. 

Our focus was drawn elsewhere when Dunfallon discovered a broken down cart a ways off the road. It was the kind farmers use, like those we saw being drawn by the refugees months ago. 

Clearly it was no longer usable so I decided we should scour the vicinity for the former owners. 

It was Rumble who turned up a human family hidden in a hovel on the opposite side of the road. 

With some difficulty I was able to get them to come out. (One sight of Geog and Grimace had them quaking). 

Only when we brought out the king’s proclamation did they finally relax.