The Fairy Diary Day 586 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei arose before the sun, and we came early also to see her off. She and Gibley already had everything in place for their trip to the repository. Not knowing how long she would be called upon to settle the new dragons in there, she again turned over control of her shop to her sister. And l promised to follow after them once Merlin returned from his time with the trolls. 

Dunfallon, however, announced that he and Navril were also going to make the trip to the repository – on foot. (The pixie had often bragged to the elf about all the sights they had missed when Merlin had rushed us to Nonin-gal-dith from the capital). So, they departed just after we made our goodbyes to Noralei and Gibley. 

Come the afternoon I experienced quite a letdown as all at once all the excitement was gone. I called on Rumble and together we recruited Tinadell to join us in a bowl of refreshment and we talked long into the evening. 

By the time we left we were a bit merry. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 354 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei had stayed in Nonin-gal-dith to straighten a few problems created by her inexperienced sister. On one hand she had been failing to meet the needs of their regular customers – missing deadlines – product that was adequate, but not up to her normal high standard. And as for the other hand, a dispute was about to break out that could easily have descended into an all-out fairy dust-up – all due to the monopolization of her sister’s time by one of their more obnoxious clients. 

So it took awhile for Noralei to balance out the problems and rescue their business. 

That said, she was so glad to be back at Merlin’s castle and looking forward to the prospect of learning more from the wizard. Especially about what had happened to the lantern/cage she had built for the Will’o’the Wisp. 

So she disappeared with Merlin into his workshop, while Rumble and I returned to our projects. We will have quite a long list for Dunfallon for whenever he returns from the north. 

I know I am curious to hear from him – particularly about that story he is saving for when we are all together again.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Two evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

During a stop for rest, Mawuli chased his sister with a dead snake. Their mother was engaged otherwise, so I saw to his discipline.

Mary judged him suitably contrite before we again took up our march.

Sometime after that stop I realized we were passing through fields that formerly must have been highly cultivated. Now a wasteland, picked clean, I can tell, by the passage of those pests – the locusts.