Saturday, December 16, 2017
Hello everyone, and welcome back to Thistledown. Back in episode 11, artist Janet Weight Reed, graciously let me use some of her beautiful work. You see, some of her magical hummingbirds have made their way to Thistledown. The hummers stuck around.
We left the story with a shift in the narrator’s point of view. I should probably call these post-hiatus episodes “Act 2” because of the change in point of view. Anyhow, Bedlam, River, and Rhymer are still “off screen” so to speak, and presumably in trouble. We’ll get back to them, but today’s episode continues with Bob the hummingbird telling this faery tale.
From Episode 15…
“I thought the girls would be in here, studying away,” Willow Rainbow murmured in a concerned tone.
“Based on these half-eaten cookies, I think they must have left abruptly,” Luminous Twinkle added.
Then Bob saw it. The periwinkle muskox hair dangled like a book mark from an ancient tome. Bob recognized the volume. The faeries all saw it too. They made a collective gasp.
The Etheraris Spiregris!
Now, Episode 16…
Midsummer Bedlam 16
Glitter and Glare
Bob the hummingbird wasn’t sure what the crochet circle meant to do to find Bedlam Thunder and her two friends. The group was crocheting frantically at a long, thick something made from the blue muskox hair yarn. It didn’t look like good nesting material, so Bob didn’t think much about the product of their effort.
However, the tiny bird felt sure the real situation involved more than the three faery girls. So, he flew away and returned to the one he knew could best help him.
“Bob, your iridescent orange feathers brighten any room. I’m happy to see you, but I’m a little surprised,” said Valley Hummer. “I thought you were staying to look after Bedlam Thunder. I really do believe she needs your help.”
The hummingbird bobbed erratically until Valley’s unique faery affinity with hummingbirds finally let her understand why he was upset.
“I think I know what the crochet circle has in mind,” Valley murmured.
Bob paused to hover in midair for a moment. He had already forgotten about the faeries and their yarn. He had returned to Valley Hummer because he believed she could make everything right. Hummingbirds being a tad flighty, he had been distracted. Again.
All the hummingbirds of Thistledown had flocked to Valley Hummer’s home. They were innately attracted to her energy, and her strong emotion had drawn them from far and wide. Brilliant plumage streaked and zipped through the air. The tiny birds flew in agitated chaos. However, as Valley’s mind settled on her course of action, the flight of the hummingbirds took on an intricate but orderly pattern.
“My heart wants to save those poor girls. They didn’t mean any harm. But the crochet circle is working on to help the girls… And the greater good is Thistledown,” Valley said in a resigned voice. “So that’s where we must focus, Bob. This trouble was buried long ago and it reaches farther than anyone ever imagined.”
Valley’s orange wings vibrated with intensity. She held a small wand made of fire opal and waved her arms. Shimmering sparks of yellow and purple, shot heavenward. The flock of hummers altered their movements. As they flew, the birds seemed to collect the colorful sparks and wove them into a new pattern. Valley made graceful motions with her wand, conducting the movement of the hummers and sparks.
The brightly colored sparks coalesced into a vast iridescent sphere. Valley made tapping motions with the fire opal wand. Her wings beat to the same rhythm. As she tapped, the sphere lowered to the ground.
Bob darted back, frightened when the sphere burst into flames.
“I’m not sure who we’re inviting, Bob. They tried to let everyone at the bonfire think it was part of an illusion, but I recognized that strange woman who sat astride the fierce seeming vehicle that was propelled from the bonfire. It was not an intended part of the entertainment of that night,” Valley seemed to speak as much to herself as to Bob. (See that episode here.)
A round hole parted the center of the huge sphere. A loud thing that roared like a lion burst from the opening. It was much like the noisy thing that came through the bonfire. It looked like a doubled version of a unicycle with a seat connecting the two wheels. The rumbling sound came from the machine. It sailed past Valley and Bob. Then it skidded to a stop and turned on its back wheel as if it meant to challenge them.
The rider faced them, but the visor of the helmet concealed the person’s identity. Bob heard a snort come from the thing.
Then three other similar creatures erupted from the blazing sphere. The flock of hummingbirds flew higher into the sky, out of reach from the events on the ground, but still close enough to watch what happened.
Bob did not dart away with the other hummingbirds. However, he flew to Valley’s shoulder and hid in her hair. He peeped out cautiously.
All the riders wore dark leather, but it was offset by touches of bright pink, purple, or bright green on their boots, gloves, or helmets. Their clothes were closely tailored. One stranger appeared to be male while the other three were female. Finally, the first stranger spoke.
“Ha! I guess you can’t see me with my helmet and visor, huh?” a female voice chuckled in a self-deprecatory way.
She took off her glittering pink helmet. With a shake of her head, long shimmering purple hair cascaded down. Her face held a combination of humor, anger, and fear. Bob thought that was a very treacherous combination. It was dangerous in the way that confronting a wounded animal could be risky. It didn’t matter that the animal was good or bad, its fear could make it dangerous.
Several chipmunks scampered up to the purple-haired stranger. The little creatures seemed to think they knew her, but then they abruptly fled. She turned her gaze from the chipmunks up to the festive looking sparks that lingered in the air after the sphere was formed. Then she drew a breath that seemed to steady her nerves. She turned a level stare to Valley Hummer.
“Looking around, I would think you’ve invited us to a party,” she told Valley. “But it felt like we had no choice but to accept the invitation. In fact, it seemed a lot like a summons.”
“I’m sorry,” Valley spoke. “I had no intention for it to be such. The situation is urgent, and my casting must have gotten away from me.”
“Dah-le! Ya think?” the purple haired woman snorted in a sarcastic tone.
A lopsided smile softened her sardonic words.
“I’m Glare Phantasm. Do you mind telling us who you are, where we are, and why you’ve pulled us out of our home and brought us… wherever this is?”
This Week’s Faery Namers
I’m sure you already realized that Valley Hummer is named in honor of Janet. Although you might be wondering who the mysterious “scary faery” might be. Click the links to reveal the identity of the namer.
Valley Hummer https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/tag/janet-weight-reed/
Glare Phantasm https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/
Thanks again to artist Janet Weight Reed for the use of her wonderful art. The post in the following link shows a beautiful collection of Janet’s hummingbirds click here. If you want some of your very own, click here for her Zazzle store.
I hope to see you again next time.
Hugs on the wing!
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