Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam 12: Hear-See-Speak No

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Friday, October 6, 2017 

Hello, everyone. I’m happy to see you here in Thistledown after my semi-break last weekend. Before we fly off to Thistledown, let’s take a stroll on the dark side…

Only at Teri Polen’s Books & Such

It’s already October — how did that happen?  My favorite holiday is Halloween.  Leading up to that fun day, author Teri Polen hosts Bad Moon Rising.  It’s her yearly celebration of suspense and horror.  Each year more than 30 horror/thriller indie authors are featured throughout the month of October on her blog, Books & Such

atonement-video-cover-copyEven though many could argue that my “Atonement” books are not thrillers (and they are certainly not horror), they are suspenseful and there is a graveyard…  But Teri thought they qualified.  So I’m participating for my second Bad Moon Rising on October 10th.

In honor of Bad Moon Rising, through October, I’ve priced the Kindle version of my debut novel Atonement, Tennessee at just $1.00. 

Now to the faery world of Thistledown…

In today’s episode, keep an eye out for the character Teri Polen named. 

About This Episode

While gazing through a special moonstone, the Thistledown healer, Lavender Cozy, predicted Bedlam’s friend, River Mindshadow, would be able to follow the shadows of the mind.  I can think of a few directions that gift might take the young faery.  You’ll have to look closely to see them, but figuratively speaking, this episode of my pantser serial has wispy shadows, foreshadowing, hints of the unknown (even to me) directions this tale will take.

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H. Heyerlein, Unsplash

Hear No-See No-Speak No

My fingers ran along silken strands of blue hair left by the muskoxen.  I braided it absently.  There was no entertainment for me except my school books.  The hummingbird carried a single long blue hair to me.  I thanked it graciously. 

“You really outshine me with your iridescent orange feathers,” I commented to the hummingbird.

Why not have a playful conversation with the hummingbird?  What self-respecting faery wouldn’t?  It clearly liked the attention.  The hummer’s elongated streamer-tail made a whirring sound as it hovered at eye-level.  The tiny bird gave several twittering chirps as if it understood my words.  Then it gave a light tug at the loose sleeve of my yellow dress.

“Oh no,” I replied.  “I’m glad you like it, but I look positively rumpled.  Nothing to compare with you.”

The tiny bird flew in amazing antics.  I couldn’t help giggling.  With the long orange tail streaming behind him, I was astonished to realize he flew in a spiral pattern.  I looked at the hummer curiously.  Looking at the spiral gave me goosebumps. 

“Strange,” I murmured to myself, but the bird began to twitter and chirp.  “Have you a name, little one?”

The hummingbird twittered excitedly.  Facing me, it flew up and down in a bobbing motion.  My brain ran through likely names for hummingbirds.

“Zippy?  I see, that’s not it.  Erm… how about Firespinner?” I asked, pleased with the idea.

However, the hummer made a disgruntled sounding tweet.  His tiny face looked impatient as he repeated the odd bobbing flight pattern.

“Bob?  Your name is Bob?” I exclaimed in epiphany.  “What an unusual name.”

With that, Bob the hummingbird zipped away.

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Ruby-topaz hummingbird in Tobago

Maybe that wasn’t his name after all, I thought.  I hope I didn’t offend him.

A moment later Bob reappeared, carrying a long strand of muskox hair.  However, it wasn’t from the blue muskoxen of Blossom Stargazer’s team.  This hair was purplish blue, a periwinkle color.

“Wherever did you find this?” I murmured.

Bob darted about ten feet away, but then turned to hover facing me.  He gave an impatient chirp, clearly meaning for me to go with him.

The light capelet of my yellow dress was pushed aside as I tentatively I unfurled my wings.  I examined the tear cautiously.  It was beginning to knit but even a short flight would reopen the tear.

I looked at Bob sadly and told him, “I’m sorry little one.  I can’t keep up.”

Bob zipped back to me and let go of the long periwinkle hair.  I caught it, and fidgeting I rolled it between my thumb and middle finger.

“Ouch!” I muttered as a static discharge from the hair shocked my hand.

Darting forward again, Bob turned to wait for me.  He was remarkably single-minded for a hummingbird.  Most of them were easily distracted, and given to literal flights of fancy that they might follow anywhere, distracted a dozen times before they found their way back home.

Another pop of static from the strand of muskox hair shocked my hand.  However, I hardly noticed because at the same moment a commotion began in the bushes.  A small carriage broke through the shrubbery.  Startled, Bob zipped away.

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I’d know that carriage anywhere.  Scores of chipmunks happily running in large exercise wheels powered the carriage.  Although sometimes the chipmunks could get off course.  They appeared to have taken it upon themselves to take a shortcut.

A head full of sparkling lavender curls popped out of the window.  Glitter Shimmerling smiled and waved before jumping down from her carriageFleur Thistle followed her.

I hadn’t seen Fleur Thistle since I was suspended from school.  I always felt embarrassed whenever I saw someone I had not spoken to since that episode.  I fidgeted, trying to think of what to say.  However, my friend who also got expelled that day, River Mindshadow exited the vehicle behind Fleur, so I felt more relaxed.

“Thanks for the lift, Glitter.  Fleur, I appreciate your help at the Trumpet.  Be sure to tell Peaches and Pucker I said hello,” River told the others before turning to me.  “They were on their way to the orchard and offered to give me a ride.”

Fleur Thistle was one of the reporters for The Thistledown Trumpet newspaper.  I remembered how worried I had been that Calico Rainbowforrest, the managing editor would say something about my terrible vision in the newspaper.  However, my fears had been for nothing.  Calico was incredibly kind to me.  Because of that, I was not as tense in Fleur’s presence as I might have been otherwise.

But what could River have been doing at the Trumpet?

“Hi Bedlam,” Fleur and Glitter said in unison.

“I’d better see to the carriage before we go though,” Glitter stated as she inspected her vehicle.

Fleur pointed at chipmunks trying to count them, and then started over.  Twice.

“Bedlam,” Fleur began with a smile, but shook her head as she bent toward the carriage wheels.  “Could you help count the chipmunks?  They won’t be still.  Someone needs to check my counting.”

“Yes, we must have picked up some extras.  I’m sorry to crash through the bushes like this,” Glitter began.  “Chipmunks love the carriage wheels so much.  To them they are fun exercise wheels.  Sometimes random chipmunks jump aboard while I’m traveling and it gets the carriage off balance, making it a little hard to control.”

However, there was no counting, as the chipmunks collectively seemed to choose that moment for a play break.  They scurried all around the area where the bonfire had been the night before.  A quartet of them ran across Fleur’s feet and she fluttered off the ground reflexively.

My eyes followed the playful chipmunks.  Uncle seemed to think any kind of fun was outside the scope of the “rest” I was supposed to get.  Everyone knew I was grounded.

River seemed to follow my thoughts.  She nudged Fleur and Glitter, and then she covered her eyes.

“I know you’re still grounded, Bedlam ― in more ways than one.  But we don’t see or hear a thing,” River promised with a grin.

“That’s right!” Fleur added, covering her mouth.  “I won’t tell a soul.”

“What?  Did somebody say something?” Glitter joked, covering her ears.

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Photo by Robbie Cheadle

(Robbie’s post https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/my-thoughts-on-indie-books/)

***

When the chipmunk powered carriage pulled away, River turned to me with a gleam in her eyes. 

“We need to dig something up – literally,” she told me.  “There’s a very old vine of the Trumpet not far from here.  Remember that while news stories come out on curled leaves from the vine, there are archives of articles stored in the roots.”

I remembered Calico Rainbowforest saying as much.  However, I wasn’t following River’s thought pattern.

“But why?” I wanted to know.

“Bedlam, you never mention anything from when you were little.  I don’t think you remember that part of your life.  Haven’t you ever wondered why you don’t remember anything from when you were very small?” 

“Not really.  A lot of people don’t remember when they were little children,” I told River.

River Mindshadow gazed at me doubtfully.  I remembered Lavender Cozy, the healer, saying that my friend would be able to “follow the shadows within the mind.”  I wondered aloud what River was thinking.

“I’m not sure myself,” River admitted and she fluttered from side to side, the equivalent of pacing. “I know everyone thought it was part of the show when that woman rode out of your grand-uncle’s bonfire.  But I figured she was from the place you went to, where no one wears colors.  You said there was a girl like me, and like Meadow Songbird* and Luminous Twinkle* as well.  So, there should be someone in Thistledown who looks like Fallow Blackmoon, don’t you think?  Fleur let me look through the images at the Trumpet office, but I didn’t find anything that looked like her.  I want to know if people have ever disappeared from Thistledown.”

Her words made me more nervous than they should have. Just thinking of the stunning appearance and disappearance of Fallow Blackmoon, was enough to make me uneasy. 

“I’ve never heard of anyone disappearing from Thistledown.  People just don’t do that,” I told her.  “Why would you think of that in the first place?”

“The things you’ve said about that other faery-verse,” River began.  “Everybody seems to have a counterpart, a double.  However, you didn’t have a doppelganger when you went there.  You’re a seer.  Then Fallow Blackmoon came here, and told you that she was a seer.  And she has no double here!”

With a gasp I told my friend, “Field Yewwasp said she looked familiar!  Do you think Fallow Blackmoon actually came from Thistledown, yet somehow became part of the colorless faery-verse?”

In a restless gesture, River flicked her wings.  Then she shrugged.

“You said faeries there didn’t seem to have wings.  What if the other faery-verse doesn’t have seers either?  At least not without them going there from somewhere else… like here,” River tried to explain her thoughts.

With unexpected anxiety, I fiddled with the long strand of periwinkle colored muskox hair that Bob the hummingbird brought me.  It emitted a bigger discharge of static electricity than before.  I cried out as is shocked me.

River gasped.  The strand of purplish hair extended straight out, as if pulled forward.  It was almost like something that had been magnetized by a hematite stone.  It sizzled with static and pointed like a divining rod.

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Billy Huynh, Unsplash

“It looks like you two should go where that electrified hair leads.”

We both turned, startled.  It was Fleur Thistle.  A chipmunk perched on each of her shoulders and several more danced around her feet.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.  Some of the chipmunks got lost so Glitter and I came back to look for them.  She went in the opposite direction as me,” Fleur explained and then nodded at the periwinkle colored hair.  “That’s too magical of a message to be ignored.  Besides, a hummingbird brought it to you!  You have to listen to it.  I’ll dig up the Trumpet archives.  Sorry ― I couldn’t help overhearing.”

“But Fleur, you could lose your job for doing that!” River objected.

“I doubt anyone will care.  Besides, I’m expected to do some ‘research’ every week,” Fleur added just as the hair gave me another stinging pop of static.  “It seems impatient.  You should probably get going.  I’ll let you know if I learn anything about missing folks.”

The periwinkle muskox hair popped and sizzled. 

***

The End

Please note: I’m compelled to state this because this has happened every time I bring my hamsters into the story.

 Every creature and thing in this serial (and in all my writing) is strictly the product of my imagination, and has nothing to do with any other writer or blog. As with the sheep, hummingbirds, muskoxen and every other creature hamsters portrayed here are the product of my imagination.  The carriage driving rodents in Thistledown are hamsters — not dudes or “hamstas,” or any other name used in the work of any other writer. None of the characters in this serial are affiliated with any other blog, including the rodents.  To avoid any additional confusion, hamsters of any kind will make no further appearances in this serial.

We were happy to see many old friends this time.  However, only one new person among the mystery folk was revealed in this episode:

You have met the “scary faery” counterparts of two more mystery folk, but not the Thistledown characters:

Maybe you can visit all of them.  I look forward to seeing you next weekend, here in Thistledown. 

Until then, hugs on the wing!

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. 

Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

All rights reserved. 

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

Every creature and thing in this serial (and in all my writing) is strictly the product of my imagination, and has nothing to do with any other writer or blog. As with the sheep, hummingbirds, muskoxen and every other creature hamsters portrayed here are the product of my imagination.  The carriage driving rodents in Thistledown are hamsters — not dudes or “hamstas,” or any other name used in the work of any other writer. None of the characters in this serial are affiliated with any other blog, including the rodents.  To avoid any additional confusion, hamsters of any kind will make no further appearances in this serial.

 

96 thoughts on “Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam 12: Hear-See-Speak No

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  2. What a great name for the hummingbird, Teagan. So pleased Bob has a big part in this episode. He sounds very clever to me. Maybe, he’ll help save the day? 🤔
    Love the thought of those carriage wheels and the hamsters. I know you said you’re not planning on bringing them back, but I’m glad they appeared in the story.
    Loving every moment.
    Hugs,
    Hugh
    xx

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    • Ah Hugh… the dratted hamster thing had me ready to quit. I know everyone meant well, but it was just one more thing on top of the real world stuff that has given me all those stress ailments, including a wretched inflammation problem… constant pain of one degree or another… If i would just be sensible and “remove all the stress from my life” LOL. People actually seem to believe that’s possible. They must be independently wealthy.
      Anyhow I turned the rodents into chipmunks. That way the carriage can come back if the story takes me there. I’m delighted you enjoyed this episode. I had fun with Bob.
      Have a thriving Thursday! Hugs on the wing my friend.

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    • That is high praise, Lavinia. ^^’ It’s fun to imagine that.
      I’ve always said any of my writing would cost a fortune in special effects. There are a couple of stories I’d love to see as anime, but not everything. That would be a cool compromise. Hugs on the wing!

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  4. This was so much fun, Teagan! Loved the inclusion of Robbie’s pic. I imagine counting hamsters is about as difficult as herding cats. Thanks for the shout out and looking forward to hosting you on Tuesday – hugs!

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  5. Haha Bob the hummingbird has a most unusual name 😉 You’re so clever, Teagan! And YES I totally get why the disclaimer is there. I have had my poems accused of being ripoffs of other people so I hear you. Many hugs!

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    • Hi Christy. I’m happy you enjoyed Bob. He seems to have made several friends. 😀 I guess I’ll have to figure out ways to bring him back.
      Thank you for taking time to read and comment. I hope you’re being good to yourself and getting over that cold. Hugs on the wing!

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  6. I understand why you have to add the disclaimer, but this could only be the product you Teagan’s imagination. I think I could recognize that from passages like: “I look positively rumpled” – I don’t know why, but that struck me as the perfect thing to say at that point.

    The hamster wheel carriage will be added to the collection with the train and submarine i my mind. I enjoyed this episode very much.

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    • Dan you are so very kind. You have sincerely brightened my weekend. I think I can take on the day now. (I had my doubts. Maybe not rational, but it felt like something was taken from me. You know that in my real job, my work keeps getting hijacked and credit placed elsewhere.) If the rodent powered carriage comes back, I think I’ll change them to chipmunks. Crystal loves chipmunks.
      I cheered myself yesterday by making a new book cover (National Novel Writing Month in November) which was great to help me “shift” my state of mind. I enjoy making my covers.
      Oh! You’ll be happy to know that I’m bringing back Cornelis Drebbel for NaNoWriMo. I have a vision of his road locomotive roaring across the desert! 😀

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      • Oh my – such good news. If you need chipmunk photos, you can take any of mine. I have tons more, too.

        Credit (and blame) going where it doesn’t belong has been a permanent theme throughout my career. At least I know where to seek refuge (and happy to know more is coming).

        Have a better week.

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        • Thanks Dan — that’s generous of you. I’ll take you up on that, but I’m not sure when the story will work around to that. Time seems to move differently in Thistledown! LOL, they still haven’t gotten to Midsummer! Wish I could say that for my real world.
          October is difficult at work, but I will try.
          Oh, if you are on facebook, I posted the cover. It’s “The Skull of the Alchemist.”

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    • Dan… I can’t believe that *after* my big bold red note, somebody else commented about the “Dudes.” I’m going to go through every post and delete all those comments. Then I’ll have to go into every episode that mentions hamsters and change them to chipmunks. It will probably take me all day… but I can’t help feeling offended so here i go…

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  8. Wow..what magic you weave Teagan and I wonder what adventures the electrified periwinkle muskox hair will lead you on….You wove your little guests into the tale so perfectly and I could just imagine those hamster wheels spinning around and around.. magical!

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  10. So happy you enjoyed, Diana. But I must clarify. These are hamsters. Not related to the ones you mean, but inspired by Robbie. This story is in no way affiliated with any other blog. I should update the post with that.
    Thanks for taking time to visit and comment. Huge hugs!

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  12. Teagan, another “Faery thriller.” Now where is that periwinkle muskox hair going to lead you? A hummer named plain old Bob made me chuckle. Look forward to your next episode adventure. Happy weekend. 🍁🍂Hugs! 🤗 Christine

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  13. I love Bob, the pics, the hamsters, the newspaper… and of course, I’m very intrigued. Oh, the shadows… Ah, and congratulations on being featured in Bad Moon Rising! Excellent, Teagan!

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  14. Loved how Bedlam guessed the Hummingbirds name .
    Oh and my mind was just so blown away with the image of the carriage with those happy little hamsters running rings in those wheels.. This made me giggle..

    Loved Robbie’s little fondant hear see and speak no evil fairies lol… I so admire her skills both in cooking and poetry too.

    So enjoyed the frizzle pop of static.. Lol..
    And can not wait to see where it will lead..

    So enjoying my magical adventure here Teagan..
    Much love dear friend
    Hope you have a peaceful weekend my friend
    Love Sue xxx ❤

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    • Dear Sue, thank you so much for this comment. You gave me such a smile. ❤
      I'm always glad to give a giggle — and that's exactly what I intended with the hamster powered carriage. 😀
      Between this episode and the one ready for next week, Bedlam has gotten zapped by that static hair so many times that I almost feel the shock when I write it! LOL. Hugs on the wing!

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      • Lol… yes, I am susceptible to static myself depending on what soles are on my shoes.. A particular staircase in town has a metal hand rail, and the times I get static from that.. LOL.. So I know how Bedlam feels LOL.. Big hugs back my friend xxx

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