Saturday, January 20, 2018
It’s been such a cold winter so far for many of us, so I happily welcome you back to the faery land of Thistledown. As stories sometimes do, the timeline backs up for this episode — happening concurrently with the previous chapter. It’s the best way for me to show separate events that occurred at the same time.
We are once again viewing events from the point of view of Bob the hummingbird. The next two episodes take place during the same moment of time when Bedlam Thunder suddenly found herself alone in the dark, her two friends having been snatched away by some unknown force.
Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam
From Episode 15 (click here)
“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 the hummingbird 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.
From Episode 20 (click here.)
Then I heard a grunt, as if the air was knocked out her lungs. I no longer sensed the large presence that came so suddenly. It left as abruptly as it arrived.
“River? River! Rhymer!”
No one answered my calls.
The sensation of falling became more intense. I felt I was moving faster, hurtling downward through darkness.
Midsummer Bedlam 21
The Crochet Circle
Bob the hummingbird flew with all his tiny might. He had left the home of Carver Eastdoor where he briefly stopped to rest. It was a long distance for such a small bird. He was a little proud of himself that he managed to focus, and was not distracted a single time.
He darted into the farmhouse of Willow Rainbow, where Bedlam Thunder, River Mindshadow, and Rhymer Rainbow had last been seen. At that moment chaos ensued.
Willow Rainbow yelled something unintelligible when she saw the dark portal behind the Etheraris Spiregris. She jumped halfway into the dark gaping maw before Blossom Stargazer and Crescent Glimmer each grabbed one of her legs.
“Rhymer!” Willow Rainbow exclaimed. “I know my niece is in there!”
Luminous Twinkle shook her head sadly as she spoke, “We all know how dangerous the Etheraris Spiregris is. You can’t just jump into that… that thing unprepared.”
Blossom Stargazer often wore crocheted blue finery due to the abundance of soft muskox yarn. She put a hand to her head as she thought, pushing her tam to one side. Blossom stared down at the arm-load of muskox yarn she held. She looked from the yarn to the odd periwinkle-colored hair in the ancient book. The yarn sparked with static, as if in response to the long hair in the book.
“I wonder,” Blossom began. “That strange hair must be a cousin of my team of muskoxen. Perhaps there is an affinity between the two.”
“You think the yarn might be drawn to the hair? Able to follow it?” Crescent Glimmer asked.
“Maybe a little anyway,” Blossom suggested with a shrug.
All the crochet circle seemed to have the same idea at once. They took the blue muskox yarn that Blossom brought and began to crochet furiously.
“Hold on,” Pepper Stargazer, the lamp maker said. “That portal is pitch black. Let’s add some light to things.”
Pepper took a small pouch from her bag. It contained flash peppers.
“Isn’t that stuff extra combustible? I’ve seen people blow up their kitchens with it,” Tinder Willowtree commented in concern.
“It can be if you don’t know what you’re doing, or if you have the wrong peppers. This is a new variety,” Pepper said as she carefully sprinkled the yarn with ground red flash pepper powder.
The circle went back to work. Their needles moved with magical speed. A thick and long rope was rapidly created.
“I have an idea,” Tinder Willowtree told them.
She removed the finder from her bag. Its dark reflective surface looked like an ordinary scrying stone unless someone was attuned to the device.
“A slight affinity between the periwinkle-colored hair and the muskox yarn probably isn’t strong enough to help very much. And my finder should be useless when it is not attuned to someone. But Willow Rainbow, you have an urgent, emotional need. I’m hoping that will let both you and Rhymer, since she’s your kin, attune to the finder,” Tinder Willowtree continued, handing Willow the device. “Hold it to your heart and think of your niece.”
Willow Rainbow held the finder to her heart. Bob and the crochet circle watched in silence also focused on Rhymer. The hummingbird noticed the multicolored chickens had gathered under the window. Their gentle clucking sounded like encouragement.
Willow’s wings rustled in rhythm to her heartbeat. Slowly the other faeries in the crochet circle unfurled their wings, all softly moving to the same beat.
After a moment Tinder Willowtree took back her finder and whispered words over it. Then she tied it to the rope they had crocheted. She turned to the others. With a collective nod, they tossed the rope and the finder into the black maw. Forming a line, each of them held onto the blue muskox hair rope.
They looked expectantly at the dark opening. The flare peppers provided a bit of sparkling light. It was just that there didn’t seem to be anything to illuminate. The dark void appeared to be empty.
Willow Rainbow and Pepper were closest to the portal. Suddenly they staggered forward. The crochet circle tightened their grip on the blue rope.
“It has caught something!” Willow Rainbow began. “But I can’t see what it might be.”
They all looked at one another uneasily. Everyone knew that there might be something other than the missing girls inside that black portal. Who knew what evil might live in such darkness? Even so, they held tightly to the rope, steadfast in their determination.
“What’s that?” Crescent cried fearfully as she turned her head to look out the broad window.
Something huge and red soared through the turquoise sky. Then it barreled through the open window. A round of gasps and startled screams came from the crochet circle, but they never loosened their hold on the rope.
“Field Yewwasp!” Tinder Willowtree exclaimed.
They quickly told the furry faery that they believed the three girls had been pulled into the portal. He added his strength to theirs and they pulled the rope harder.
“I hear Rhymer’s voice!” Willow Rainbow cried.
Field moved to the edge of the black maw. He drew a breath and with a faery trick, his voice boomed into the void, though he did not yell.
“Rhymer, are River and Bedlam there with you?” he asked.
“Yes, or I think so,” Rhymer’s muffled voice could be heard. “I can’t see them though.”
Everyone pulled even harder on the rope. A slim foot came into view. The blue rope was tied around it. Willow and Pepper let go of the rope to grab Rhymer and pull her back into the farmhouse library.
Field moved to go into the portal. Tinder Willowtree caught his thick arm.
“I know you are the fastest of all faeries,” she began. “If you are thinking what I believe you’re thinking, you’ll have to be mighty fast indeed. Field, I have a bad feeling about it!”
“If I’m quick enough I might be able to follow the faint trail left by the flash pepper back to the other two girls,” Field said.
A chorus of warnings and exclamations erupted from the crochet circle. However, before the first syllable was finished…
Field Yewwasp leapt into the black void.
This Week’s Faery Namers
Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers. Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.
Blossom Stargazer http://www.eloisedesousa.wordpress.com/
Willow Rainbow http://cerobinsonauthor.com/
Crescent Glimmer https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/
Luminous Twinkle http://www.adelemariepark.com/
Pepper Stargazer https://anotherfoodieblogger.wordpress.com/
Tinder Willowtree https://www.etsy.com/shop/MurrayHillGlassArt/
Rhymer Rainbow https://whenwomeninspire.com/
River Mindshadow http://www.authortranslatorolga.com/
Field Yewwasp https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/about/
Will Field Yewwasp fly fast enough to save River and Bedlam? Or will the furry faery be lost as well? Fly over next time to find out. Until then…
Hugs on the wing!
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