Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 25 — Reopening

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Welcome back to the whimsical faery land of Thistledown.  

Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam

When we last met, Bedlam Thunder had met friends among the “scarey” faeries of the colorless world in Episode 24 The Other Seer.  Yes, she landed in that bleak world again, and who knows how she’ll get back to Thistledown.  Meanwhile her friends and the crochet circle are still trying to rescue her.  Let’s go back to Thistledown and see how their efforts are going.

From Episode 22, A Hair Aflame (click here)

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.

 

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 25

Reopening

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Bob the hummingbird watched in stunned horror.  His rapidly beating wings stilled and he dropped halfway to the floor before he caught himself.  The magical muskox hair he had brought to Bedlam Thunder — the one he hoped would lead her in her quest — sizzled and flamed.

Purplish blue sparks glittered the room where the crochet circle gathered, trying to save Willow Rainbow’s niece, Rhymer Rainbow, as well as River Mindshadow and Bedlam Thunder, from the dark abyss.

Periwinkle colored lightning shot haphazardly around Willow Rainbow’s library.  A brightly colored bolt narrowly missed Blossom Stargazer, zapping her blue tam.  Her crocheted cap lay smoking on the floor.  Tinder Willowtree fluttered to the ceiling as another bolt hit the floor, singeing her slippers.  In a particularly close call, the large moonstone that Crescent Glimmer wore was struck a glancing blow.

(See Chapter 8 — Shadows of Body and Mind for more about Crescent’s moonstone.)

Crescent yelped in surprise.  The previously pastel stone glowed with deep purplish blue.  Beneath the pendant, an angry red spot marked Crescent’s clavicle.

“I’m a bit singed, but it’s not bad,” Crescent assured everyone.  “I wonder… I have an odd intuition that I’ve been marked in a way that could become useful.”

“Bedlam is still in there.  We have to do something!” River shouted.

“How will we get Bedlam back?  Without the hair we’ll lose track!” Rhymer cried.

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Willow Rainbow gazed at the Etheraris Spiregris.  She took a steadying breath.

“This tome is dangerous and should only be used by an expert, one who has studied it for a lifetime.  No one here is qualified to use it.  Why didn’t I burn the wretched thing?” Willow said remorsefully.  “I have no special powers, but…”

Then Willow Rainbow placed her trembling hands on the cover of the Etheraris Spiregris.  In a soft voice she murmured words that Bob could not catch.  The hummingbird knew it was a spell.

A sound like chimes emanated from the ancient book.  The cover burst open and the pages turned of their own accord.  Abruptly it stopped.  Everyone gathered, and Willow quickly warned them not to read anything aloud in unison.  It was a spell for a circle to perform.  No more than one voice at a time should read.

A Perversion of Phantoms,” she named the spell and the pages rustled as if in reply.

Everyone gathered around the book and studied the spell.  They shook their heads or muttered discouraged words.  It was a very advanced, difficult spell.  Finally, a hushed agreement was reached.  The crochet circle joined hands, but Field Yewwasp took a step back.  Imploring eyes turned to the huge furry faery.

“We need everyone,” several of them commented.

“My magic vibrates at a different level from yours,” he explained.  “It might make no difference, or it might cause the spell to twist and be, well… as it is named, a perversion.”

Soft voices began reading the spell.  The chimes returned, hitting varied discordant notes.  The faery voices fumbled and halted, but the ear wrenching chimes continued.  Field looked at the circle with narrowed eyes.

“Stop reading.  Let go of one another’s hands,” he suggested.  “Now breathe in, and then out.  On the out-breath take each other’s hands again, and then breathe in.”

“Field is right.  We need to cleanse our thoughts,” Blossom Stargazer added.

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They rejoined hands and read the spell a second time.  The chimes evened and gradually drew into a single clear note.  The air was filled with intense vibrations.  The circle started reading the spell a third time.  Their concentration was so complete that their wings unfurled and they lifted up from the floor.  The vibration in the air became so strong that it effected Bob’s hovering flight.  He alighted on Field’s shoulder unsteadily.

The pages of the Etheraris Spiregris glowed with building periwinkle light.  The glow coalesced into a single beam, which flowed to Crescent Glimmer’s moonstone.  As the beam touched the moonstone, its glow increased.  The stronger beam shot to the place where the gaping maw of the abyss had been.

After a moment a small black opening appeared.  Pepper Stargazer sighed in frustration along with most of the others.

“That’s far too small for any faery,” Pepper said.  “We have an opening, but what can we do with it?”

Bob eyed the tiny portal.  When it formed the vibrations in the air became bearable.  He fluttered up from Field’s shoulder.  However, a shift in the stance of the furry faery caused him to look back.

“Bob,” Field began in a soft rumble, unheard by the circle.  “I realize hummingbirds have unique magic that is barely understood by faery-kind.  “But what you have in mind is very hazardous ― too dangerous for anyone to attempt.”

Field seemed to understand Bob’s determination.  A burst of air came from his lips that was so strong it would have knocked Bob across the room, if it had come in his direction.  Fortunately, Field turned his head.

“Since you are so determined,” the furry faery told him.  “Keep an eye out for a copper battleax.  I don’t know what means, but it’s important.  There is one here.  Ah!  I see you’ve seen it,” he added as Bob bobbed.  “I believe there will be one where you’re trying to go.  But you still should not attempt this.”

Bob held the huge faery’s gaze.  Finally, Field nodded.

Bob the hummingbird darted into the tiny opening to the great abyss.

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.

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! 

 

 

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene 

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86 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 25 — Reopening

  1. Bob, to the rescue. This little hummingbird has the biggest part of any story I’ve ever read, Teagan. I’m not frightened for him, more excited that he’s off to save Bedlam. He’s a real hero and one that I know could defeat any enemy. My fingers are crossed for him.
    Hugs to you.

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    • Why thank you, Gerlinde. “comfortable with words” — I like that very much. With so many years (in my “real” job) as a technology writer and editor, words have long been the tools of my trade. I had to learn to be comfortable working with multiple groups, industries, and topics. Speaking of which — time to go to the office. Huge thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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    • It makes my day for you to say that, Kirt. 🙂
      I’m still in the abyss with Bedlam and Bob… But today I managed to the the next posts for both Thistledown and Jazz Age Wednesdays. Doing that was huge for me. Now to brace myself for More of Monday. o_O
      Happy new week hugs.

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  3. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    One of my usual visits over the weekend is to Thistledown to find out about the next escapade involving Bedlam and her fellow faeries. This week with Bedlam held in the abyss and colourless world, it is up to the Crochet group and Bob the Hummingbird to find a way to bring her back. Spellbinding.. literally…..#recommended

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    • Hi Claire. LOL, I admit that I’ve always rebelled against being like everyone else. I’m delighted that you enjoyed this. One of my favorite things about writing is the chance to have fun with language and use words in unexpected ways. Like colors… colors make great verbs. 😉 Heartfelt thanks for taking a moment to visit. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Thanks Kathryn. I’m happy Bob has a friend in you. Let’s hope hummingbird magic is strong enough! 🙂
      Liquids… tee-hee… the kind of liquids that would help me… 😈 I’m not sick-sick… just extremely over stressed (even that is a huge understatement). It’s really gotten the better of me. But stress depletes vitamins and certainly energy — so you are still right. Hmmm… liquids. Maybe I should stick with coffee for now. 😀 Thanks for visiting. You always bring a smile. Hugs on the wing!

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