The Fairy Diary Day 563 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was a time of leavetaking. 

Merlin departed first. With his blessing he left Cluyjil to help in our transport back to the repository. He shared with Dunfallon and me that he had a strong premonition of a need to look into Laguayil and Dromadil. He hopes that our actions here have brought them relief. 

With the wizard’s departure we turned our attention to Gibley. He and Conjil are staying here in the Land of Plenty. The goblin wants to travel throughout the land to check on what changes may have occurred since the rift was sealed off. Only then will he return to the canyonlands and report his findings back to his uncle and the clan. 

The rest of us waited for a message from the High Fairy that he had returned to the repository to summon us there. When his confirmation came we paired up – Noralei and Tinadell on Rayjil – and Dunfallon and myself on Cluyjil. After our swift journey across the colors of the rainbow we touched down in front of the repository. 

The Fairy Diary Day 562 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was a time of frantic activity. And I am so thankful for our time on the elvish ship, so long ago. For the lessons learned then were put to good use here. 

The fabric additions that Tinadell had woven onto the line were now unfurled like sails and spread in a fan like manner across the gap. The blowing wind even helped us. 

And utilizing the model put together by Merlin and Noralei, the Master Weaver directed us in securing it all around its perimeter. 

When we had effectually sealed off the rift, the rush of air out of the Land of Plenty ceased. And as a final touch Merlin took out a phial within which was a greenish liquid. He gave it to me with instructions to anoint the completed screen. 

I flew up on my own, picked a spot in the center and poured out the entire contents of the phial. Amazingly it covered the whole – adding the sheen of a rainbow across the face of it. This was a thrill in particular for Gibley (so we learned) for they were a representation of his clan’s design and colors. 

After admiring our handiwork our party drifted back to the nearby cavern where we discussed our next steps. And I wrote out a note on the scroll to the High Fairy. 

The Fairy Diary Day 561 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Thankfully our vigil was uneventful. Although the turmoil in my mind more than made up for it. I would have been happier to be with them on their search for Gibley. That way I would have seen the danger with my own eyes and not have to suffer through the multiple images from my wild imagination. 

I had something else to preoccupy my thoughts when a breeze commenced flowing from the vicinity of the rift. My sole thought then was that time was running out. I believed my agitation was picked up on by Conjil, bringing her to her feet, but when she moved to the tunnel opening I knew something else was afoot. 

In a rush, Merlin and Dunfallon emerged – followed by Cluyjil bearing Gibley and the strand end. As the wizard and the dragon grew back to their own stature, Merlin explained that the line had become too heavy for Gibley to pull along. 

Tinadell flew in at that instant and spoke to the problem – it was all on account of certain additions he had attached to the line as it paid out. 

All talk ceased with the freshening of the breeze rising in force to a stiff wind. 

I leapt on Conjil and announced that I would fly this end to Noralei down on the other side. Tinadell jumped on behind me. 

When we reached her, she was already prepared. She even had separated out the inner strands of her end all the better to splice it together with ours. 

Tinadell nodded his approval as he effected the reattachment of the two ends into one line. 

When the rest of our party arrived, the Master Weaver instructed them what to do while he and I flew back to his chamber to take up the slack and pull the completed line back up into position. 

The Fairy Diary Day 556 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our forays out to search for the other strand was cut short by the return of Dunfallon and Tinadell on Rayjil. Noralei on Conjil and I on Cluyjil spotted them as they came through the rift. We left off our searches and followed them into the enclosure where Merlin and Gibley waited. 

Before we could properly greet one another, Merlin separated Tinadell from the group, asking us to stay back. There with Tinadell the focus of our attention – the wizard examined him from the crown of his head to sole of his feet and then out to his very wingtips. 

Merlin then shared the substance of my dream and asked him directly if his evil self had attempted to contact him. 

Clearly, Tinadell was struck with horror at the thought and emphatically denied it. And after a moment’s further thought he asked a question himself – having heard from Dunfallon that the search was on for the strand with which he is to repair the gap – what was the current status of that search. 

I spoke up and told him we had one end but not the other. 

He turned to Merlin and said it was imperative that we find his former stone chamber for he believes the other end of the strand would have rewound into it. 

The wizard replied that it will be exceedingly difficult to find as the topography of this world has so changed. 

The Fairy Diary Day 314 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our ordeal has come to an end. Being held against one’s will is frightening – especially when you are bound and gagged and blindfolded. Worst of all, for me, was not knowing where my friends were and whether or not they were hurt or injured. 

It was Dunfallon who procured our release. Something about our captors was very familiar to him. It was a smell he recognized – a particularly pungent spice that dwarves use to season their food. He got the attention of his captors and after a protracted effort was able to convince them that we were not their enemies. 

Thus we were all introduced to a lost tribe of dwarves many ancestors of whom helped construct the great thoroughfare of the dwarves that connected the mines and what used to be their cities. 

Upon our reunion, the pixie was excited to explain to us what he had learned about our former captors. The great wealth they unearthed was the impetus behind the great rift that occurred long ago. They cut themselves off from other dwarves to keep it all for themselves. 

They were content with their choice until the dark elves arrived on the scene. Ever since the interlopers crushed them in battle they have lived in the shadows deep in some of the old mine shafts, doing their best to live their lives unnoticed. 

We will be taken down deeper to meet their king.