The Fairy Diary Day 562 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was a time of frantic activity. And I am so thankful for our time on the elvish ship, so long ago. For the lessons learned then were put to good use here. 

The fabric additions that Tinadell had woven onto the line were now unfurled like sails and spread in a fan like manner across the gap. The blowing wind even helped us. 

And utilizing the model put together by Merlin and Noralei, the Master Weaver directed us in securing it all around its perimeter. 

When we had effectually sealed off the rift, the rush of air out of the Land of Plenty ceased. And as a final touch Merlin took out a phial within which was a greenish liquid. He gave it to me with instructions to anoint the completed screen. 

I flew up on my own, picked a spot in the center and poured out the entire contents of the phial. Amazingly it covered the whole – adding the sheen of a rainbow across the face of it. This was a thrill in particular for Gibley (so we learned) for they were a representation of his clan’s design and colors. 

After admiring our handiwork our party drifted back to the nearby cavern where we discussed our next steps. And I wrote out a note on the scroll to the High Fairy. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 561 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Thankfully our vigil was uneventful. Although the turmoil in my mind more than made up for it. I would have been happier to be with them on their search for Gibley. That way I would have seen the danger with my own eyes and not have to suffer through the multiple images from my wild imagination. 

I had something else to preoccupy my thoughts when a breeze commenced flowing from the vicinity of the rift. My sole thought then was that time was running out. I believed my agitation was picked up on by Conjil, bringing her to her feet, but when she moved to the tunnel opening I knew something else was afoot. 

In a rush, Merlin and Dunfallon emerged – followed by Cluyjil bearing Gibley and the strand end. As the wizard and the dragon grew back to their own stature, Merlin explained that the line had become too heavy for Gibley to pull along. 

Tinadell flew in at that instant and spoke to the problem – it was all on account of certain additions he had attached to the line as it paid out. 

All talk ceased with the freshening of the breeze rising in force to a stiff wind. 

I leapt on Conjil and announced that I would fly this end to Noralei down on the other side. Tinadell jumped on behind me. 

When we reached her, she was already prepared. She even had separated out the inner strands of her end all the better to splice it together with ours. 

Tinadell nodded his approval as he effected the reattachment of the two ends into one line. 

When the rest of our party arrived, the Master Weaver instructed them what to do while he and I flew back to his chamber to take up the slack and pull the completed line back up into position. 

The Fairy Diary Day 559 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The rest of us had our instructions also. While Tinadell and Merlin remained in the chamber to monitor the strand as it paid out, we were each assigned to a dragon with our own tasks. 

Dunfallon left on Conjil with the assignment to meet Gibley when he emerges at the other end of the tunnel. Tinadell said it comes out at a lower level than the cavern from which we staged our searches. 

Noralei, on Rayjil, was appointed to retrieve the other strand anchored to the rock on the other side. I was to accompany them on Cluyjil and while she minded the loose end I was to make sure that it was not in danger of severing back along its exposed length. 

It was a quick transit without the constant harassment of the wind. Our two dragons grew somewhat frisky as they did not need to battle its turbulence at the mouth of the rift. I let Cluyjil have his head as he showed off for Rayjil by orbiting her and Noralei. But then reined him in the closer we approached the secured end of the other strand. 

After reaching our destination, Noralei pronounced the strand intact and sent me off to follow it back up to its source. This Cluyjil and I did. 

However, at the mouth of its small tunnel, I found a lot of slack in the line. Concerned I tugged on it and was glad when it at last pulled taut. 

I mounted Cluyjil to return to Noralei but stopped when my pendants signaled danger. I drew my bow and notched an arrow and shot into the dark opening. A worm slid out and died at my feet. 

The Fairy Diary Day 558 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Tinadell drilled Gibley on everything he could think of – what to expect or what he might encounter inside the tunnel. (Worms were a distinct possibility). He ended his instructions by cautioning him to be extra careful as some things may have changed. 

The goblin grinned at his teacher and rubbing his chin said he should be able to eat his way through any rock problems. 

Piqued by the mention of worms, Dunfallon sent off his goblin friend with the loan of his sword. 

Our friend was gone from view when Noralei came back into Tinadell’s chamber from the outside. She was beside herself with excitement – for the wind had ceased blowing. Dunfallon ran out to check and returned with a confirmation of her news. The pixie predicted that we should be done with the repair in no time at all. 

But both Merlin and Tinadell stood there stunned. Finally the wizard warned us that we just may have less time than we thought. And Tinadell took up the explanation that we must make haste to repair the rift before the wind commences again- this time from our world to this. 

To which Merlin added that it held the potential to do great harm to our world – by sucking all its air into this one. 

The Fairy Diary Day 252 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble and I got called up in the middle of the night in order to help that watch with a severe change in the weather. The wind had freshened finally, but was blowing head on to us. 

Dorgone and his two elf sailors taught us how to tack the ship. We soon had the ship obeying our will and running westerly. 

Once the new course was established Rumble and I turned in below. 

Come our shift in the morning, we found the ship’s heading still the same. Though the captain was content that we are gaining to the west, at the same time we are being pushed further to the south. 

Thus things continued throughout the day. And before the approach of night, dark clouds were massing over the land to the north. Rumble and I went below with the knowledge that we again may be called up in the night.

The Fairy Diary Day 209 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

For the present the decision as to route was taken out of our hands. A mighty rushing noise came with the rising sun. As we tumbled about under the force of the following wind, there was absolutely nothing we could do to resist it. 

When we came to rest, it seemed that we were at the center of a swirling mass of very angry hornets. 

Our quick thinking Noralei within a couple wing beats had us surrounded in her protective barrier that proved as effective against the hornets as it is against iron weapons. 

Only when the menace had passed on did we realize that we were well on way to the coast. 

And my pendant then indicated that it was best to continue on that heading. 

So we obediently took up that march. Still we were left wondering what had happened.

Day Nine Hundred Forty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The wind changed and was at our backs when we walked out of the wilderness into the village. The streets were deserted but we didn’t think it strange, given the time of day- early afternoon.

The only building not closed up was an inn on the main street. We entered and were greeted by the innkeeper. He remained friendly even after we said we would not be staying. When Elijah asked after the news of the day, a youngster sweeping the floor sidled away.

The innkeeper had just finished his account of police patrols combing the area for two strangers, when in burst five men who seized us.

As they placed us in their vehicle I saw the pesky villager.

Day Nine Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We had the wind in our faces all day. Few words passed between us while we were moving. The couple instances when talk was necessary we stopped and huddled on the ground.

The first time we discussed how long to keep going today. We decided to press on while it was light.

We halted the second time when the village at the edge of the wilderness came into view. I wanted to alter course to avoid it and the nosy villager. But Elijah was eager for news, even if it were more than likely hopelessly out of date.

He just had a sense that something important awaited us.

Thus we forged on in silence, retracing our path to the village.

Day Four Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Heavy rains moved in today. The Captain’s concern grew when the wind picked up. He ordered the ship underway after a thorough checking of the lashings. In charge of that detail, Tomas had some of them doubled.

I watched from the bridge as the shoreline slid by. Elijah pointed out the rickety staircase by which we climbed up off the beach. The wind then died and a mist settled in along the coast of the island.

We were no sooner into the channel between the island and the mainland when the wind freshened. And within seconds day turned to blackened night and the wind mounted in ferocity.

The Captain commanded the ship about and we sailed away from our destination.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I meant to check out that water fountain, but was sidetracked by a voice calling out my name. Thought it might be Enough calling for help.  

But realized it was the wind and my imagination.

Must be wary of my weakened state.