The Fairy Diary Day 650 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon had his harp out for the first time in a long while.  The elves had been entertaining us with some ballads and the pixie joined in as accompaniment before continuing on with some pixie tunes of his own. 

I did notice that Clemjil was quite smitten with the sound coming from his strings. I should have picked up on the trouble that lay ahead, for the signs were plainly there. 

As I had planned – once we entered the farm country I kept the dragonling close by and did not allow him to wander about by himself. 

He discovered his favorite spot to be up on the box with the bell, on the side near the front and the cages of our prisoners. Then, all of a sudden for no reason Clemjil made a lunge for the cage with the renegade queen in it. He had the chain attached to its top caught up in his jaws and was about to take off with it when Merlin rose to his feet and stopped the young dragon in mid-stride and broke the spell that our former queen was weaving to capture the will of Clemjil. 

The wizard then had some harsh words with her former majesty and heaped more restrictions upon her. Finally he apologized to us for overlooking that one vulnerability that he should have foreseen. 

I spoke up and took some of that blame for myself. 

The Fairy Diary Day 475 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei worked the night through fashioning a new cage for the Will’o’the Wisp. This was after, of course, we had finished placing some clever traps around the repository. 

The High Fairy busied himself putting in place an elaborate spell that should mask our presence and that of the bell from the outside. And in the offhand chance Willie discovers a way in, the effects of the spell will follow him in and hopefully blind him to the traps we have set. 

Having finished these preparations another thought suddenly occurred to me. Though we have fully warned the fairy troops here about Willie, we have not alerted them to be on the lookout for the black bird. 

I immediately went to the Caretaker to rectify that omission. 

The Fairy Diary Day 424 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before I could put forth my concern about the dragons to Merlin when he came out of his chambers this morning, he announced that he was taking me with him to Gilgorgon’s mountain. 

This did not completely take me by surprise. I believe all of us knew or at least hoped we would be going to the aid of our friend and ally Gilgorgon some time soon. 

The wizard requested that I ask Rumble to accompany us, and to leave Noralei to oversee both Dunfallon and Gibley in their dragon training tasks. 

I took that opportunity to query him about the shackling issue. He thought a moment and then said that he would handle it another way. 

Before Rumble and I departed with him, he caused the two dragons to be moved to the larger courtyard and locked down the area above it with a made to order spell.

The Fairy Diary Day 347 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

According to his say-so Bifitz has negated the curse. Through a lengthy spell he was able to physically remove it from within the pedestal. He examined the chalice and the red ash. He tells us that the dark elves must have been aware of the curse for he believes the chalice and something that had been placed on top to close it off was their attempt to deflect its effect. 

This may explain why it was stronger at other points along the Low-way in the deserted places. And that whoever took away whatever enclosed the chalice caused the curse to pour back onto the stronghold. Hence the horrific effect on the Dromadil pixies. 

Noralei and I met with Merlin afterwards and filled him in about the missing Will’o’the Wisp. He agreed with our suspicions that Willie may be responsible for removing the chalice cover. 

And he is fairly certain that it was some kind of crystal.

The Fairy Diary Day 57 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We did not want to move for fear that Rumble would miss us if he were to return. I noticed that Dunfallon’s eyes were reddening – perhaps tearing up over his concern for his friend, though more likely on account of his constant scanning for any sign him. (Dunfallon assumed Rumble would remove his invisibility cloak on approach).

Finally we decided we could no longer wait. In the past I had used the pendant to find Rumble, so I called on it again to lead us to our friend. 

We were astonished when it led us back on the path upon which we came. 

And there we found him hovering in the air. Clearly in a trance. 

I was able to break the spell that entranced him. 

But he awoke startled, not knowing us at first. And with no idea where he’d been or what had happened to him.

Day Eight Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I swung around at the first puff of a breeze on the back of my neck. Floating on its variable current, snowflakes fluttered as though down from the moon. I stood enraptured, following the ephemeral choreography and brushing away accumulations from my eyes and beard.

The spell was broken when the moon hid behind the clouds, and I looked down to see my feet covered up to the ankles.

I turned back only to discover that Elijah had continued on, his form just visible in the swirl.

I had to run to catch up.

He chuckled as I rejoined him, saying, “The view is just as good forward.”

And added, “Enjoy, it’ll be gone by second watch.”

And it was.