Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 18 — Top Hat, Doors, and Herons

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.

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Kimson Doan, Unsplash.com

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…

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 18

A Top Hat, Doors, and Herons

 

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Edwin Austin Abbey, Fairies

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.

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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. 

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A Moonlight Discovery, Thomas Maybank circa 1900

“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.”

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Timothy Price

“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.

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.

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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84 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 18 — Top Hat, Doors, and Herons

    • What a relief. Andrea I value this feedback. I was afraid I had gone a bit over the top with that part. It changed the “tone” in my writing voice… I suppose that is not such a problem in a blog serial, but when it’s time to ‘book-ize’ this story… maybe it would still be okay.
      Huge thanks, my friend. Hugs!

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  1. Thank goodness Bob got distracted, but who do we follow now Teagan? As the author, only you have the power. I’ve seen a few herons in real life. They stand so still, that not many people actually see them. Perhaps it’s a magic thing they do? Food for thought. 🤔
    Happy New Year to you. ✨

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    • It’s good to see you Hugh. Thanks very much for taking time to visit. Herons are such marvelous birds. The first time I saw one in person, when it took flight my thought was that it was an angel the color of a thunder cloud. So graceful.
      Bob the humming bird will lead the way until the point of view finds its way back to Bedlam’s telling. It’s taking awhile to bring the tale to a close. I’m just happy to have a few episodes waiting to post. But even then, there are still threads to crochet into the story before i can write the end. A very happy New Year to you and yours as well. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Hi Gerlinde. I’m so happy you enjoyed this episode. I appreciate you taking time to read and comment. Thank you for this New Year’s wish. A healthful and fabulous New Year to you as well. Great big hug right back!

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    • Thank you Robbie! For letting me know I was getting that across. I was going for a sort of subtle chill or foreboding feeling with it. Sometimes one can be too subtle… So I appreciate your feedback. I’m happy that you enjoyed this one.
      Happy New Year hugs!

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    • It’s lovely to see you Michelle. Thanks for what you said, my friend. It felt good to begin to bring all the characters back together. More of that on the way!
      For this kind of story, I just give myself permission to take off all the limits of what is “possible.” LOL, besides, I’m just not wired right, and that helps. 😉
      Wishing you all good things, and only good things in 2018. Happy New Year, and hugs on the wing!

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  2. Teagan – this is so great, wonderful, reflection for Thistledown and whilst Bedlam. The characters in this episode are creating a good drama and excitement.

    May you have an abundant and amazing New Year ahead of you and may all your dreams come true. Have a fantastic New Year!

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    • Hi Kathryn. It’s always a pleasure to see you. Next episode? Hmmm… I will say that all the threads are being crocheted together! 😉 Although we may be in the dark for a while yet. Thanks so much for taking time to visit. Wishing you a peaceful, healthful, wonderful New Year. Hugs.

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  3. Beautiful episode, Teagan. I want to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed our friendship this year and wish you a peaceful and self-fulfilling New Year. I am looking forward to 2018 and more fun with your wonderful imagination and spirit.

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    • It has indeed been a year of bedlam, Brad — outside Thistledown as well. You’ve been a great source of support even though I didn’t know you when this serial began. Wishing you peace, health, and satisfaction in 2018. Happy New Year.

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  5. I love how Bob flits in and out of the story toddy. I know that feeling of having been distracted and suddenly remembering the task at hand. Looking forward to the next episode and to finding out (at some point) what that battle ax is for.

    Happy New Year Teagan, and to all the faeries.

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    • Good morning, Dan. I’m happy to know you enjoy Bob’s part. Figuring out how to keep the same narrator in a story like this one can be a challenge.
      Ha! Dan… Lately I often know the feeling of having been distracted… but it is not followed by suddenly remembering the task at hand! 😀 I know I’ve forgotten why I went into that room but…
      Yeah… I may have painted myself into a corner with that battleaxe. I have no idea where that’s going. o_O
      Happy New Year to you and yours as well. Hugs!

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    • Look out Olga! It will be a big furry summons for River Mindshadow. LOL. Heartfelt thanks for visiting, and for all your support throughout this most difficult year. Wishing you a truly wonderful 2018, my friend. Happy New Year.

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    • It’s good to see you, Tim. I really appreciate the visit.
      Perhaps Catsye’s ability to make something important out of next to nothing will come in handy again before the story is done.
      It seems my serials go through stages without my intention –1) ranging far and wide to include all the “things” or elements and characters, 2) pulling all those elements and clues back together, and 3) concluding the story. Stage 2 is definitely the most laborious — and that’s where we are now.
      Happy Caturday and a very happy New Year to you and Lauire, and the kitties! Hugs on the wing!

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