Saturday, January 27, 2018
It’s nice to see you here in the faery land of Thistledown.
The Time of the Dreadful Drain
Once in a blue moon things change — in a good way. I wrote this intro last week, when for weeks I had been wondering if I could continue blogging/writing at all:
“Real world” things have severely drained me the past several weeks, depleted my energy and the will to write — or do anything else for that matter. I made a downright herculean gathering of my will and energy and managed to write a few episodes in advance. This is the last chapter from that group. As much as I hate the idea of leaving you hanging, I’m so drained by the way things are, exhausted in every way… I might have to take a break for awhile. I’ll try, but I thought I should give you a heads-up.
That’s what I was going to say. However, a few things happened… Yes the drain is still there, sapping away, but I have renewed inspiration via working with other bloggers in our wonderful community.
Coming Up at Teagan’s Books
I’m going to do a guest post with Teri Polen at Books and Such. That’s coming in April.
Then came a delightfully unexpected, spontaneous collaboration with Robert Matthew Goldstein at Art by Rob Goldstein. He’ll create a Roaring Twenties image and I’ll add another story to the Pip-verse!
Thistledown has been the hardest to continue during my Time of the Dreadful Drain. But the little renewal I’m having today began with Suzanne DeBrango at A Pug in the Kitchen, when she suggested another collaboration related to Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam. Look for that soon.
By then, my momentum was so high that I just up and asked John W. Howell at Fiction Favorites if he’d like to do another joint post for the Pip-verse. And he said yes!
Maybe you should thank these bloggers. Because of them Thistledown and Jazz Age Wednesdays won’t end yet. These shout-outs are my way of thanking them for helping me much more than they could realize.
Now to Thistledown
As stories sometimes do, the timeline backs up for this episode. This scene was happening concurrently with “Hanging by a Hair” when Bedlam Thunder was in the dark abyss and her friends disappeared one by one. It’s the best way for me to show separate events that occurred at the same time. Once again we view events from the point of view of Bob the hummingbird.
Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam
From Episode 21 (click here)
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.
Midsummer Bedlam 22
A Hair Aflame
Breezes from the broad open window rustled the pages of the Etheraris Spiregris. Some magic in the dangerous book anchored the periwinkle colored muskox hair there. Bob the hummingbird saw the hair begin to vibrate. Intuitively the little bird knew the magical hair should not behave that way.
Field Yewwasp wouldn’t listen to reason after he rescued Rhymer Rainbow from the black maw of the abyss. The furry faery was determined to try and reach Bedlam Thunder and River Mindshadow as well. All the faeries of the crochet circle clearly thought it was too dangerous for him to go back into the dark portal. Seeing the vibration from the muskox hair, Bob was certain the circle was right.
Bob darted toward Field to try and make him understand about the hair. Valley Hummer was the only one who could easily communicate with Bob, but he had to try and make Field see reason. However, Field Yewwasp was the fastest of all faeries. He flew back into the portal before Bob could figure out how to tell him about the vibrating magical hair.
The faeries of the crochet circle held tightly to the thick rope of blue muskox hair. They didn’t even notice Bob. Meanwhile the periwinkle colored hair vibrated harder. It started to sparkle and spark. Bob flew in wild acrobatics just above the ancient volume that anchored the hair, trying to get the faeries to notice it.
Willow Rainbow had left the other faeries to the rope while she made sure her niece, Rhymer was unharmed. Rhymer seemed fine to Bob. The girl reached for a plate of cookies and started eating them while her aunt fussed over her.
“Aunt, the cookies are so good they make me sputter,” Rhymer began, clearly hungry after her ordeal. “But look at Bob, he’s all aflutter. He wants us to know he’s on the job. He must mean the hair ― see it throb?”
Gradually all the faeries turned to look at the periwinkle hair draped like a bookmark on the Etheraris Spiregris. Bob noticed their looks of consternation and murmurs of worry. Willow Rainbow approached it with caution while the others continued to tightly hold the crocheted rope.
The magical hair sizzled and popped loudly. Willow jumped back from it. Her wings unfurled with her surprise and rustled in agitation.
The dark portal started to make a groaning noise. The sound made Bob think of metal that bore too much weight and was about to collapse.
Field Yewwasp flew back out of the black maw, though not as quickly as he had entered it. He held to something that seemed to resist being brought back. With a firm tug he pulled River Mindshadow out of the portal. To Bob’s astonishment, River tried to resist and go back into the abyss!
“You don’t understand!” River cried. “Bedlam is still in there. We can’t leave her alone in the darkness. Worse than being lost to us, I’m afraid she will lose herself. There is something powerfully wrong about that light-less place!”
Bob darted up to the ceiling as the periwinkle muskox hair sizzled and lifted up from the pages of the ancient tome. The hair sparked and burst into purplish-blue flame. Then it was gone.
The black portal popped shut.
This Week’s Faery Namers
Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers. Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.
Willow Rainbow http://cerobinsonauthor.com/
Rhymer Rainbow https://whenwomeninspire.com/
River Mindshadow http://www.authortranslatorolga.com/
Field Yewwasp https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/about/
Is Bedlam lost in the dark abyss forever? (Is Teagan lost there with her?) Fly over next time and maybe we’ll find out. Until then…
Hugs on the wing!
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