The Fairy Diary Day 518 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gibley tells me that he thinks we are ahead of where he and Noralei were at this time on their first trip here into the Land of Darkness. He gives the credit all to the dragons for they have been tireless in their forward movement. 

And indeed I sense that they are quite excited about being here. Cluyjil prances with excess energy each time Rayjil pauses when choosing between two paths. Conjil at those times tries to sneak past Cluyjil to get closer to Rayjil, but Dunfallon expertly checks that impulse. 

Noralei tells me that the songs in which Navril leads us, goes a long way in bolstering our mood – even keeping us warmer in the ever present cold. The dragons like it too – especially Conjil. 

I find myself constantly on the lookout for forms moving about in the dark beyond the reach of our feeble illumination. I expect and fear the sudden appearance of the ghosts of Artoxon and Bifitz. 

My mind has been relieved of one care – I received a reply from the High Fairy and we should be able to request from them a summons back to their side of the divide. We will no longer be pegged to a fifteen day return, but can return when the mission is accomplished – or as needed. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 516 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before our descent, while we were still on the lip of the crater, Noralei decided and directed that we get as deep and as fast as we could. So, rather than keep to the solid ground to descend via the pathways we launched out towards the center of the well. There she hoped we could fly down to the Dark One’s lair and drastically reduce the time it would take to reach him. 

But that proved to be impossible. There in the center the turbulence was such that try as we might we were being blown up and out of the well. Additionally the force of the wind was breaking apart our formation, causing us to lose track of one another. And since we believed we must stay in contact with one another to maintain our power to overwhelm our adversary, we retreated to the nearest solid ground, and again pushed on in our descent. 

Keeping together had the added advantage of lighting our way better through the cloying darkness. And as for the gloom that unsettled our minds, my pendants I do believe warded off the evil thoughts. But best of all were the songs that Navril sang – especially a pixie ditty that he learned somewhere. Dunfallon picked up in that one with gusto. 

Thus we shall press on. Gibley is confident that we are progressing handsomely.