Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 17 — The Scary Faeries Ride

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Saturday, December 23, 2017 

Hello everyone, and welcome back to Thistledown.   Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Yuletide blessings.  Though the winter solstice has occurred, time has not flowed at the same rate for the faeries in Thistledown.  I still haven’t managed to get them to their summer solstice!

I received an unexpected holiday treat from Robbie Cheadle!  She wrote a rhyming Christmas story, and gave Glare Phantasm a leading role. She even made one of her adorable, amazing fondant figures of Glare and Bob the hummingbird. 

Glare and hummingbird

When the narrator’s point of view shifted to that of Bob the hummingbird, I guess I should have called these posts Act 2.  I’m sure you are concerned about Bedlam, River, and Rhymer since they are presumably in trouble.  However, Bob the hummingbird has more to tell about meeting the “scary faeries.”

Maybe I should have made two episodes of this post… but the best stopping point would have made the second segment too short.  So pour yourself a cup of tea.  Or maybe you’d like something stronger, like some Thistledown agave. (For that episode click here.)  Either way, settle in for a visit to Thistledown.

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From Episode 16…

“Looking around, I would think you’ve invited us to a party,” the strange rider 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.”

“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?”

Now, Episode 17… 

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 17

The Scary Faeries Ride

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Sunlight caught the reflective edges of the decorations that were tucked behind the band of the green rider’s hat.  That was how Bob thought of him, since the hummingbird didn’t know the man’s name.  As he came closer Bob saw that the decorations were long keen-edged leaves.

His helmet was shaped differently than the others.  It looked like a hardened bowler hat.  The man’s gloves were generously decorated with bright green crystals.  A grayish yellow shard of obsidian depended from a cord around his neck.  He removed one glove and put his hand to the pale colored gem.  Bob was attracted to the stone, but he didn’t dare approach the stranger to investigate it.

“This is the place, Glare.  When I made our necklaces from shards leftover from the great scrying stone’s repair, I believed they would bring us here,” the green rider stated.  “Our arrival here was probably as much the stone’s doing as this woman’s spell,” he added in a tone that was at once ironic and soothing.

“What will happen to us, and them,” Glare Phantasm started but motioned to Valley Hummer.  “You said it would be like the apocalypse if you meet the doppelganger you mentioned.  Maybe the rest of us have a double in this sugary sweet world or maybe we don’t.  But you’ve seen yours, from a distance at least.  What happens if you come face to face with him?”

The man with sharp leaves decorating his helmet shrugged and smirked.  That earned him a glower from the one called Glare. 

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Fairies, Edwin Austin Abbey, 1852-1911

(For more about Edwin Austin Abbey, click here.)

Bob thought he understood the reason for her unfortunate name.  However, that was about all he understood about the group of strangers.  He thought they all liked one another, yet conversely, they seemed to invite discord.  Their attitudes and reactions were beyond the hummingbird’s imagination.

When the man acted in such a sarcastic manner one of the other strangers caused her two-wheeled machine to roar loudly and rear onto its back wheel.  When the beastly thing sat back down, the remaining two riders removed their helmets.  The one with the unruly machine had rainbow streaks in her long dark hair.  She tucked it behind her ears in a mannerism Bob thought was a habit.

Looking at them apprehensively, Bob thought they seemed familiar.  However, there was something… something wrong about them.  Like the first two, they were not quite the people he thought they should be.

“Satellite, just ignore him.  Dah-le!  He’s always got to get a rise out of somebody,” the fourth rider said with a toss of her short jet-black hair.

“For all I know nothing at all might happen if we meet our doubles.  Seeing another me was certainly unsettling.  Maybe it was just my own surprised reaction, rather than a true foreshadowing,” he said, with a sidelong smile that seemed to infuriate the purple-haired rider. 

“But I have us covered either way.  When I repaired the great scrying stone, there were some shards leftover that didn’t fit back in.  As you know, the shards are the necklaces I made for all of us.  I did spell work on the shards too.  I think it will balance any ill effects of meeting a doppelganger,” the green rider told the purple haired woman. 

The man’s words seemed to mollify the angry Glare Phantasm. 

“You and your magic spells,” she muttered.

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The situation didn’t seem quite as tense as it had been.  Bob stuck his tiny head out farther from his perch on Valley’s shoulder, half hidden in her hair.

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.

Poison Ivy Razorleaf.  At your service m’lady,” he announced to Valley Hummer.

Satellite Frostbite,” the one with long rainbow streaked hair named herself, tucking a colorful strand back in place.  “This is Desert Firesong,” she added with a motion to the fourth rider.

“I think we have a lot to discuss.  Won’t all of you come into my home?” Valley invited the strange guests.

Bob held tightly to a strand of Valley’s hair, but he did not fly away.

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Kunstformen der Natur 1904

“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.”

The strangers stopped to watch Razorleaf and Valley expectantly.  The tension came back to the air and Bob prudently tucked himself back into Valley’s hair.  He didn’t know why those odd folks would have such a reaction.  Valley stopped, her hand half outstretched.

“Unless, of course, there is some custom among you about touching a gem.  I can understand how one might be concerned about the energy of another contacting such a stone,” Valley said.

“You can touch the stone if I can touch your wings,” Razorleaf replied in a teasing tone and wiggled his eyebrows for good measure.

Bob thought that was a bizarre thing for him to say.  Indeed, those strangers were odd folk.  They all giggled causing Valley to laugh with them.  Bob relaxed at the sound of her chuckle.

“I’m joking,” he said.  “You may examine the shard from my scrying stone.  However, touching wings seems far too personal to me.  I know they are real.  I met a girl who had wings.  She was called Bedlam Thunder,” he said and Valley gasped.  “Ah!  I see you know the young lady.”

“But your friends have not met anyone else from this world?  Just Bedlam, and her wing was injured?” Valley asked in a tone that was not quite a question.

Valley took a step to the side and playfully brushed her orange wings against the one called Desert ― the black-haired stranger who stood closest.  It was the lightest touch.  Desert looked surprised.  Then Valley fluttered high into the air and all the newcomers gasped.  The flock of hummingbirds zipped out of their concealment in the trees and joined Valley in her flight.  The strangers made sounds of awe and delight.

Bob flew very close to Valley’s head.  He wasn’t sure whether or not Valley was in any danger from the odd people, but he felt distrust.  So, he stayed protectively close to Valley.

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A Goliath Heron, Kruger National Park, South Africa

After a moment of play with the flock of hummingbirds, Valley lightly settled to the ground.  Razorleaf pulled the leather cord over his head and handed it and the obsidian shard to Valley.  She looked at the stone for a moment.  Bob could tell that she was intently focused on the reflective surface of the gem.

“A door,” she murmured.  “A top hat…  Doors…  Herons…”

“What’s that you say?” the one called Satellite asked.

“I saw those things when I looked at the obsidian just now,” Valley murmured in a puzzled voice.

“When I was here before, an unusual looking door had just been shattered.  It was like the door was made from candy…  Anyhow, that act seemed to be what allowed Bedlam Thunder, and me, to access this world,” Razorleaf commented watching Valley’s expression closely.

“Please, come on inside,” Valley said and once again started toward her home.  “I need to tell you about somethings that have happened here,” Valley told the strangers in a tone that made Bob worry.

Valley led everyone into her open, airy house.  She paused to pluck some leaves from a vine that twined around the columns at the entrance.  In minute script she wrote notes.  Then she whistled a series of high-pitched tones.  Several hummers darted into the room.  Naturally Bob knew them, Zippy, Ziggy, and Zag.

A moment later, each of the hummingbirds flew away in a different direction, each bearing a tiny note.

“Bob, brave little heart, I know you are worried about Bedlam.  Take this note to the crochet circle,” Valley told the little bird and he flew as fast as his rapidly beating wings would carry him.

“Could I see that obsidian again, please?” Bob heard Valley ask Razorleaf as he winged away.Ruby-topaz_hummingbird_flying in Tobago

The End

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 This Week’s Faery Namers  

Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers.  Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.

Poison Ivy Razorleaf  https://hughsviewsandnews.com/

Desert Firesong  http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com

Satellite Frostbite  https://firefly465.wordpress.com/

Glare Phantasm  https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/

Valley Hummer  https://jcrhumming.wordpress.com/tag/janet-weight-reed/

I hope you will fly back to Thistledown again next time.

Hugs on the wing!

 

 

Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene 

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71 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 17 — The Scary Faeries Ride

  1. Magic surrounds us! Another wonderful episode of special characters that come from your talented mind 🙂 We made it through the holidays and now 2018 is here… Let’s make this a beautiful year, one story at a time ❤ Hugs

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  2. My goodness, there is so much creativity in this episode, Teagan. I’m a true ‘Bob’ fan and am loving his POV of the story. Of course, I’m glad to see Position Ivy Razorleaf back, but am a little worried about Valley being left with that gang. I do hope they are nice to her? Let’s hope they need her more than she needs them.
    Happy New Year to you. See you on the other side of the fireworks and celebrations. 🎉
    Hugs

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    • Hi Hugh. I’m so happy that you are catching up with this story. Razorleaf might not get a lot of “screen time” but he is one of my favorite characters to write. Hopefully the scary faeries will have more depth than is apparent. 😉
      “See you on the other side of the fireworks and celebrations.” I like that closing a lot, Hugh. Happy New Year to you and yours. Tummy rubs to the Corgis. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Lavinia, you just made my day. I’m honored by any comparison to Ray Bradbury — what a phenomenal writer and person. You’ve just made me think… When I try to pinpoint writers who influenced me, I usually think of authors from the past 20 years, when I had already been an adult for quite a while… But I think Bradbury may have been a much greater influence than I realized. Although in my formative years it was from watching their work on TV. The Twilight Zone had a huge impact for style and imagination. The original Star Trek for syfy and morality… But a movie version (1960s) of Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, left me stunned and fascinated. It made a strong lasting impression as I sat on the living room floor, watching a TV broadcast of it.
      Anyway, I’m delighted you enjoyed this chapter of Thistledown. Hugs on the wing.

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    • You are so kind to visit this post as well, today, Andrea. Heartfelt thanks for your comments and support.
      I guess I intentionally take the limits off imagination… and let the fun begin. 😀
      Wishing you a perfect New Year, my friend. Hugs on the wing.

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  3. Had to drop by, to say “hi” and because I knew I wouldn’t leave here without a smile. 🙂 And Robbie and all the other fairies added extra magic! Thank you, dearest Teagan, I hope you a peaceful day, I’m sitting here, reading this and is it wrong it’s making me think of if I want Chinese food (sounds Christmassy to me), I suspect it’s all the birds, hmm, maybe I’ll just watch “The Birds”…but I digress. 🐦🐦🐦
    This was truly once again, magical and added to the holiday joy, as it should be, not with presents, packages, boxes or bags, but with joy, friends, blogfamily, and whimsy. Thank you and all the best every day. 😊😊😊

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    • Thank you, Donna. If I have done all that, then it has made my Christmas.
      Crystal wasn’t feeling well over the weekend, but perked up last evening, and ate all her food during the night. That’s all I wanted for Christmas. 🐱
      LOL after The Christmas Story, I think Chinese food is Christmassy! Wishing you a magical Christmas and a perfect New Year. Holiday hugs on the wing!

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  4. Great episode, Teagan! I’m happy I’ve had the opportunity to read it. I have fairies dancing in my head now. Ha, ha! Your writing is so vivid and filled with great imagery. I love it. I still love my name, Desert Firesong—so cool! Thank you for the lovely story and enjoy your Christmas weekend. Wishing you a joyous and peaceful Christmas Eve, Christmas and New Year’s Day❣️

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  5. Wonderful episode, Teagan. I read so many interesting, subtle and clever descriptions. I have always admired your ability to create these, but I appreciate how well they add to the story. I could give many examples, but I like “She tucked it behind her ears in a mannerism Bob thought was a habit.” By the time I got to the end of that sentence, I was visualizing her hand motion.

    I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a wonderful week.

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  6. Not only did (The strangers made sounds of awe and delight.) but if you had been in ear shot a Dreamer was also making sounds of delight as she caught this episode Teagan.
    This was the ‘Icing on the cake’ Something I always love from Robbie 🙂
    And so enjoyed my Christmas Treat of reading your amazing story..
    Have a Wonderful Magical Christmas dear Teagan. I hope the fairy on top of your Christmas tree behaves? and doesn’t go flying into too much trouble.. 🙂
    Sending LOVE on Wings dear friend..
    Enjoy your Christmas Break..
    and sending you all the best for your wonderful future publishing in 2018..
    Love and Blessings
    Sue ❤ 💖😍🎁🎅🎄🥂💝xxxx

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    • Thank you so very much for your beautiful wishes, dear Sue — and the very same to you. ❤
      I never decorate. Even though now it's only Crystal (and she wouldn't bother a tree), there's just no room in this small place, and the masonry walls make it impossible to hang decorations). But now I'll put up an imaginary tree, so that faery can perch atop it! 😀 Thanks for that delightful, whimsical image.
      Yes, I have one day holiday, and one day of leave (and the same next week for New Year's) so that is a good break to me. Yuletide blessings my friend. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Thanks Brad. It’s good to see you. I’m happy you enjoyed this chapter. It’s hard for any reader to keep things straight in a serial (the writer too for that matter). If there’s a particular thing causing any head-scratching let me know and I’ll add a link. I know there was something that I thought I should add a link to… and now I don’t remember what it was… Too many thoughts – not enough brain cells. Enjoy this holiday weekend. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Hi Olga. I appreciate you taking time to visit — and thanks for sharing. Yes, there is more to come, and then more that is yet to come into my head…! Hopefully Santa will bring me the right words so I can finish this faery tale. LOL. Wishing you and your mom holiday joys as well. Yuletide hugs on the wing!

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    • Hi Robbie. The more the merrier. I’m glad I could bring everyone together. Janet is away on holiday, but I know she will appreciate the comment.
      Thanks again for your Christmas story and the fondant of Glare. I know that had to be painstaking work Merry Christmas to you as well. Hugs.

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  9. An interesting cast of characters. Well here we are at the Caturday before Christmas and all through the house the kitties are laying on heat sources instead on chasing a mouse.

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    • Haha! Crystal is snuggled on the electric throw — that’s about the only way I can get her to sit with me while I blog. I need to pay a Caturday visit to you and the purr-fectly lovely kitties. Thanks for taking a moment to visit on this busy holiday weekend. Yuletide hugs on the wing!

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    • Hi Mihran, it’s good to see you. Thank you so much for including the link to your blog. The music is beautiful and uplifting! I hope everyone will visit you.
      Thank you for your wonderful Christmas wish. The very same to you and yours. Merry Christmas.

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