The Fairy Diary Day 418 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

A major problem emerged this morning, at least in Gibley’s estimation when he came across a passage in one of the tomes in the library written by a goblin trainer. It extolled the virtues, nay – the absolute necessity of dragon shell in the diet for the healthy development of a dragon hatchling. And since the shell for Rayjil was completely consumed in the conflagration of her birth, he trembles for her well being. 

Dunfallon has been trying to calm the goblin all morning and has asked Rumble to launch another search in the library for other possible remedies. 

Noralei has offered up some of the dragon scales she has found if they can be a suitable substitute. One more item for research added to Rumble’s list. 

I assisted – in turn – the pixie and the goblin in the physical training of their hatchlings. The main device is the dragon training staff.  Now more for comfort, but becoming more important as their wings develop.

The Fairy Diary Day 408 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Last night we arrived on the banks of the river. It was a wild sight. Immense and roaring. We moved back from it, the better to rest. 

The river looked even wilder in the morning light. We sat down to think through our options for getting over. We knew we fairies would be able to fly across, our only concerns were for Gibley and the hatchling. 

Dunfallon announced that while we talked it over, he was going aloft to look for narrower places to cross. So our pixie was not around when we heard a voice call out from the river. 

Noralei was the first to spot him – it was Nora the waterhorse. He skipped through the rolling torrents, hallooing all the way over to our side. 

It was a joyous reunion. 

Noralei explained our predicament to him, and he volunteered immediately to carry each of us across the raging river. I, for one, did not mind saving my wings the exertion. 

Nora was a little skittish about carrying the hatchling, but Noralei convinced him that when wrapped around its special staff she was as docile as a lamb. 

And after we explained what a lamb was to Nora, he took Gibley over first, so the hatchling could focus on him. 

By the end of their crossing the two – Nora and the hatchling – grew quite fond of one another. 

Dunfallon arrived back just in time to join us in thanking Nora and bidding him goodbye.

The Fairy Diary Day 251 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It all came to pass as experienced in my vision. For one exact moment at least. Our ship was clipping along, the bow wave curling just below the painted eyes. 

Rumble and I passed by Noralei and Dunfallon as they ended their shift. They were smiling and laughing and had found their first watch exhilarating. 

The captain was very satisfied with our progress. 

But then at midday the wind that had been steadfastly favorable dropped off entirely. And the images from my vision evaporated. 

There was not a breath of air from any quarter that would fill our sails. 

So, between us, Rumble and I convinced the captain to try a different method. At our instruction he wet the sails down and with me behind the first and Rumble the second, we beat our wings and created our own breeze. Though far from as fast as before we at least maintained some forward momentum. 

Even with frequent rests, we were quite tired by the end of our watch. And left the chore to Noralei with the caution to rest often. 

The Fairy Diary Day 39 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have beat back the dark. All of us fighting side by side, covering one another – filling in where the other is weak or at a disadvantage. Yet I sense it was not due to ourselves alone that we survived the day without a single casualty. 

And we have seen the face of the enemy. They were indeed trolls, but not living trolls. With unseeing eyes they came at us. At the first just one at a time, so they were easy to dispatch despite their great bulk. 

But then as the hours advanced and the darkness grew, a great lumbering wave of them came at us. 

For a moment a sinking feeling threatened to overwhelm me. Then, beneath my cloak I felt my pendant stirring. I tossed off my cloak, freeing my wings. And rose into the air taking a position above the stronghold. 

Rumble told me afterwards that a flash of light from the pendant, reinforced by the gleam from my armor flooded the air around us and dispelled the darkness completely. 

Our foes simply collapsed where they stood, as if marionettes whose strings were cut.