The Fairy Diary Day 142 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The roar of the waters still rings in my ears. And I am so thankful that we are all safe. 

We were following the stream until we came to a fork in the path beside it. Caywyn directed us to the one that climbed upward away from the stream. 

I was talking with the Captain about their fort of last resort and he was very hesitant about answering. I was beginning to think better of my questions when my pendant tugged down at my neck. My thoughts turned abruptly to the scroll. I removed it from my quiver and there saw a single word from the High Fairy. 

“Beware!”

As I looked up a flight of black birds flew into view overhead from behind us. They circled our little band, then sped off. 

Moments later the rush of many waters reverberated up from the lower reaches of the canyon. 

Without a word Caywyn scooped all of us up and ran. 

Before we knew it the water was rising from the stream below and was swirling up the path behind us. Then a cloud burst overhead and dumped its torrents to join the rising flood. 

Through it all Caywyn remained steadfast and found dry land to place beneath our feet. 

We stayed put the rest of the day.

The Fairy Diary Day 134 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I made the decision to go into the outpost alone. My friends remained outside and observed. 

I kept to the road and approached slowly, doing my best to be non threatening. (I left my bow and quiver with Rumble. Though I admit given my size I probably could not scare anyone).

Soon all eyes were on me. I could feel it. The guards at the gate allowed me to come right up to them. 

The one in charge knelt and asked me, “Would you happen to be the fairy named Meribabell?”

I barely squeaked out a “Yes,” so great was my surprise. 

And he added with a grin, “Then where are your companions?”

Such was my introduction to the Captain of Nimrood’s personal guard, Caywyn, and soon his introduction to all of us, as I brought my friends in at his invitation.

The Fairy Diary Day 14 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Pixies and humans. Thoughts about those dangers are crowding out those that should be focused on catching Rumble. 

Finally I concluded that I was under-armed against the growing likelihood of an unwanted encounter. 

I stopped when I happened across a yew tree and quickly fashioned more arrows to fill up my quiver. 

While thus engaged, a dark cloud passed in front of the sun. And in the sudden coolness my mind’s eye again saw Rumble at the time he disappeared before me. 

And I knew – to my chagrin – that he must be shielded with an invisibility cloak. 

Why this had escaped me until then haunted me the rest of the day.