Saturday, December 30, 2017
As 2017 wings to a close, I wish each and every reader a happy 2018! I’m honored that you’ve stayed with me for another year. Happy New Year! May 2018 be filled with only good things, wonder-filled days, and peaceful nights.
The vicious WordPress gremlins have caused many of us frustration, wasted time, and cost us viewers. Here’s hoping we don’t have to deal with that in 2018… I know, it seems less likely than world peace.
A vision seems to be spreading through Thistledown. Or perhaps it’s more than a mere precognition. From far and wide, faeries (from past episodes) continue to return to these pages, pulling the threads together.
From Episode 17…
The man got off the beastly two-wheeled thing. With a disarming smile, he winked at Bob. The hummingbird wasn’t sure what to make of him. Then he bowed with a flourish. The leaves decorating his helmet made a sharp swishing sound as they cut through the air…
Bob flew very close to Valley’s head. He wasn’t sure whether or not Valley was in any danger from the odd strangers, but he felt distrust. So, he stayed protectively close to Valley…
“That is a very unusual color for obsidian,” Valley remarked to Razorleaf as she led them toward her home. “Do you mind?” she asked as she put her hand toward the pale grayish yellow gem. “It seems to glow, ever so slightly.”
Now, Episode 18…
Midsummer Bedlam 18
A Top Hat, Doors, and Herons
In a flurry of iridescent feathers, Bob the hummingbird flew with all his tiny might.
Fleeting visions were shared by many. The coincidental, synchronous work of several folks, all managed to link together for one moment in time. So, a vision was reflected in multiple scrying surfaces across Thistledown ― and some elsewhere.
In her colorless hideaway, Fallow Blackmoon sat with her brow furrowed by concerned curiosity as she gazed into a crystal sphere.
Valley Hummer gasped as she glimpsed seemingly random things in an obsidian shard brought by an enigmatic man from another world.
Field Yewwasp and Catseye Glimmer inspected the health of a pond where the water, the fish, and even the birds were turning dull shades of gray or brown. They saw the vision in the calm waters of the drab pond.
As Bedlam Thunder and her friends held tightly to a slender strand of magical muskox hair, Bedlam saw those seemingly unconnected things as they seared her mind.
Furiously fluttering, Bob the hummingbird streaked across an aqua blue sky. Valley Hummer sent him to check on Bedlam Thunder. However, the tiny bird was always easily distracted. As he flew he noticed something odd happening on the ground below. Bob tarried briefly. Seeing two of the most respected faeries in Thistledown together, Bob’s curiosity got the better of him. He quietly observed, perched unseen in the branches of the tallest tree.
With a long beak, a heron with cobalt blue feathers pulled at Catseye Glimmer’s pocket. Even in Thistledown, herons were not usually so friendly. However, Catseye had an affinity for the great birds. His wife often teased him that it was because of the long legs they had in common. He removed a treat from his pocket and tossed it to the heron.
“Some of his feathers have turned from blue to gray,” Catseye commented about the heron in a concerned voice.
A pair of sandhill cranes came to join the heron. They also hoped for a handout, but were not so bold. The birds made for an odd-looking trio.
Field Yewwasp hung his top hat on the branch of a tree, then he removed his well-tailored jacket. He plunged thick arms into the dull water of the pond. In a moment he had tickled a fish bringing it to the surface.
“That fish should be blue with a green stripe,” he commented, slowly shaking his head. “Instead it is brown and gray,” he added as he let the fish go on its way.
The two tall faeries sat down on the bank of the pond. It seemed that one was as perplexed as the other about the strange changes at the pond.
“I’m reminded of Bedlam Thunder’s vision,” they both commented at the same time, so they laughed, but their chuckles had a nervous edge.
“It must be true then,” Field chuckled in a deep rumble. “If we both spoke it at once.”
Then his expression abruptly turned serious. Next to Field, Bob heard Catseye Glimmer draw a sharp breath.
Random images flitted across the calm water of the dull pond.
“I’m no seer,” the large person known as the furry faery began. “Although any of the fae might have visions from time to time… Did you see it?” he asked and Catseye Glimmer grunted an affirmative.
“Everyone knows you are the next thing to a seer, Field. I don’t know if I saw as much as you, but there was a top hat, doors, and a heron.”
Field nodded. He stood and retrieved his top hat from the high branch. He hesitated for a moment but put on the bright red jacket.
“It feels almost like a summons,” Catseye remarked. “But to where?”
“Ask the heron,” Field told him. “You know you can commune with them when you really need to.”
“Where are you going?” Catseye asked as Field’s russet colored wings unfurled.
“We were not the only ones called upon. The doors… I saw a glimpse of one thing you didn’t mention, a great copper battleaxe. I’m going to Carver Eastdoor. I don’t know why this should be shown to us, but whatever it is, he is needed as well.”
Then despite his size, Field Yewwasp darted into the sky, moving faster than any other faery could.
Bob the hummingbird spread his wings to follow Field. Then he remembered his errand. Bob abruptly knew a sense of urgency. He hurried back on course to check on Bedlam and her friends.
This Week’s Faery Namers
Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers. Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.
Valley Hummer https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/tag/janet-weight-reed/
Carver Eastdoor https://nofacilities.com/
Catseye Glimmer http://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog
Field Yewwasp https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/about/
Fallow Blackmoon https://harvestinghecate.wordpress.com/
Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam continues in the new year. I hope you’ll fly over again next time. Until then…
Hugs on the wing!
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