The Fairy Diary Day 657 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before we got under way today, Merlin cautioned Herblas and his dwarves about the recent attempts by our prisoner to gain influence over her captors. He offered to help blunt any design she could muster against the dwarves. 

Herblas thanked him but he was certain that they were untouchable when it came to her dark arts. 

I really could not tell what the wizard thought about his reply. 

Also, before we departed the border outpost, Noralei and Dunfallon agreed to exchange positions for the trip up the mountain. She unhitched Rayjil and together they went up to scout the area ahead.  And the pixie harnessed Cluyjil to the wagon and sat up forward with Rumble and me. 

Dunfallon’s “army” continued at their posts immediately surrounding the wagon. They seemed not to be bothered by the dwarves as much as they had been by the elves. I do think they are looking a little worse for wear though. 

Not too far along we passed into familiar territory and memories crowded in about our battle with the undead trolls. After we arrived at the fort we defended back then, (our destination for the day), we settled in for the night, Dunfallon brought out his harp and played and sang about that victory. 

I do think that Noralei was quite impressed. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 540 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We passed many sights still fresh in our memories on our way to Laguayil. Dunfallon pointed out the location of his encounter with the black bird. And below I could trace the path of my first journey to the west. Gilgorgon’s mountain was off in the distance. And that mystical mountain structure used by the undead trolls was still visible. 

Noralei was silent throughout our flight. Perhaps she was more attentive to her duties of directing Rayjil. 

When we arrived at Laguayil we were warmly greeted.  I think they knew we were coming. They even had a stall and some fire plants for Rayjil. 

Nililitil wanted to hear all about Noralei’s expedition to the Land of Darkness. Of course he had heard Navril’s account, but I believe he especially was keen to hear our pixie’s embellishments. 

Near the end of the repast they had prepared for us, the king of the elves shared some concerns they had arising from rumors out of the area north of Dromadil. A cold wind was descending from that quarter that was clearly wrong for the season. 

I jotted a note to the High Fairy to convey that news to him before turning in.