The Fairy Diary Day 452 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My mind buzzed all night with thoughts I could not quiet. Not that I wanted to – but these thoughts were not taking me anywhere. And were not helpful, only frustrating. 

Sleep at last came and with it a dream. The visions thus granted were not at all clear – waving shadows among other shadows – darkness the only commonality. Then there came a tinkling – softer, then louder, then softer again. A presence drew nearer then receded. And three words touched my ear – “Seek the bell.”

I could no longer sleep, but went down to wait upon Merlin. 

Rumble and Dunfallon had joined me by the time his door opened. Seeing us he stepped aside and let us in. We hardly settled in before the details of my dream came out in a gush. 

Rumble looked at Dunfallon and the pixie to the wizard and we said in chorus “The crack of doom.”

Merlin nodded and said, “I shall summon the High Fairy.”

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Day Six Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Though we could see our way by the light of the stars, our progress was slow. By a great measure our pace improved with the rising of the moon.

It was otherworldly to watch my companions’ shadows ascending and descending the contours of the land as I followed in their wake. Our silhouettes only recognizable half the time.

We were all still energetic with the coming of day, so we pressed on. Only stopping when the heat drained our resolve.

The Captain did well, so we no longer harbor apprehensions about his ability to keep up. And I marvel at Elijah’s constitution. I do believe he could easily outdistance us all.

Turned in without a morsel, but not really fasting.

My Friend Mr. Sun

For a couple of reasons lately, Mr. Sun has occupied a good deal of real estate in our consciousnesses. The chief reason being the heatwave of many days duration up here in the Pacific Northwest.

Here he is lurking somewhere outside my “office” where I do most of my writing.

Here he playfully casts shadows on the wall behind me. (Entertaining to me – it was a moving image!)

Then there was an eclipse of Mr. Sun by Mr. Moon back on 8/21. Though we were outside the path of totality, we did see most of his surface blocked out, and felt the temperature drop. (Here a couple of my grandkids play after viewing the eclipse. They were bored, and found it more fun to play).

Then recently his color has deepened to a blood-red orange, due to the many forest fires in the surrounding area.

I don’t want to seem ungrateful for all this nice weather, Mr. Sun (and hint that you’ve over stayed your welcome), but I am getting a little nostalgic for the rain.

Day Four Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

No stream today. No rain. No breeze. No shade anywhere. The very ground beneath our feet radiated heat. I felt we were marching our way to the sun.

So providential to have a full water skin.

Elijah and I discussed walking by night instead, but first we would need to find a place to stay out of the glare.

We took turns pouring water over ourselves, to benefit from some coolness by its evaporation.

At long last the shadows lengthened and we came upon a place suitable enough in which to weather tomorrow’s furnace.

We’d hardly exchanged any conversation all day. We rested and talked. And decided it best to press on, not wanting to lose a night’s march.

Day Four Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah convinced me to accompany him ashore in search of Emil. This despite the Captain’s first inclination to leave post haste. Elijah persuaded him that it should prove fruitful to see to the provisioning of the ship.

In this he acquiesced, but unstated I knew his overarching concern was the potential return of the robotic warship.

Elijah led us to Emil’s residence. Along the way, I noticed an unfamiliar phenomenon – the shadows of people etched into the hard surface of the pavement. Unnerving.

The entrance to Emil’s home was on the ground floor of a building. We descended several levels from there. Elijah explained that the entire population though small, lived underground.

Emil and all his belongings were gone.