Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 26 — Emptiness

Saturday, March 3, 2018

I’m happy to see you here, in the faery land of Thistledown.  It’s already March.  Time continues to fly for us, but in Thistledown, they still haven’t managed to get to their biggest midsummer party.  However, the story wings toward a conclusion… eventually.

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Writing Process

Thank you for bearing with me while I try to overcome my own “stuff” and write another episode.  When I finished the last chapter, I thought the story would go back to the point of view of our hapless faery, Bedlam Thunder.  However, it didn’t.  There was more to tell from Bob the hummingbird.  Now to Thistledown.

Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam

Accessing the dangerous and ancient tome, the Etheraris Spiregris, the crochet circle spoke the Perversion of Phantoms spell.  Working together they created a new opening to the black abyss, where Bedlam Thunder was trapped.  However, the opening was far too small for the faeries to use.  Then suddenly, Bob the hummingbird darted into the portal.

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 26

Emptiness

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Hummingbird, Kunstformen der Natur, 1904

Blackness.

Emptiness.

Magic.  Dark magic.

Despair.

Bob the hummingbird tumbled wildly.  His descent into the black abyss was so forceful that he didn’t even try to fly.  He feared his wings would break.  His hope was all but gone.

A pinpoint of light caught his eye as he toppled, head over tail.  Distracted by the unexpected sight, his fear calmed and his rapid tumble slowed.  In sudden epiphany, Bob managed to quiet his tornado of thoughts.  Indeed, his panic had caused his drop to be faster and more chaotic.  

Having quieted his mind, Bob’s saw that his descent slowed to a much less threatening speed.  Cautiously he spread his wings.  The hummingbird glided downward on a gentle current of air.  He sensed ground somewhere far below.  A trace of odor reached his nostrils.

Mushrooms?  Oh, and a dangerous variety.  There must be millions of spores down there.  I’d best find a way around that place.

Bob tried to go with the air current rather than fight it, even though he glided closer to the air that was heavy with hallucinogenic mushroom spores.  Then the first sound he had heard since entering the portal reached his ears.  Leather wings rustled ― hundreds of them.

Bats.  Lots and lots of bats.

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The sound came from below him, but Bob didn’t know how he could alter his descent to steer clear of them.  A horrifying realization came to the hummingbird.  The bats were breathing the spore laden air.  There was no telling what hallucinations they experienced, or how they would react as a result.

As Bob got closer to the bats, he could hear the chaos caused by their altered state.  He didn’t think he could make it through the cloud of bats alive. They were larger and stronger than a hummingbird.

The hummingbird saw the pinpoint of light again.  He struggled against the current of air he rode, but could not break free.

Bob felt the vibration before he heard it ― the beat of a drum.  It tapped out a message, a message for Bedlam Thunder!  His hope blossomed. 

Could Bedlam be somewhere nearby?  The drum was dir ected to her, so maybe…  Oh, but the drumbeat carries the tiniest trace of enchantment.  Could hummingbird magic blend with it enough to draw him to the source of the beat?

Bob wondered if that combination could give him the strength to break free of the current before he collided with the colony of hallucinating bats.  He combined his innate talents with the trace from the tapping drum.  Disappointed, Bob realized it was not enough.  

Adding the dark magic of the cave would be the only chance Bob had.  Yet it was difficult and unspeakably dangerous.

As Bob tried to gather his magic and his courage, not to mention his easily distracted focus, he felt a painful thud.  A bat, in its mushroom induced high, flew farther up than the rest of its cloud, colliding with the tiny bird.

Copper-rumped hummingbird in flight

 The End

***

This Week’s Faery Namers

Bob flew in for a solo appearance for today’s chapter.  So, unfortunately there are no shout-outs.  Rest assured that the Faery Namers will be back.

Fun with words:  Did you notice the word cloud?  I’ve heard groups of bats called colonies, but a group of them can also be called a cloud. 

Now Bob is trapped in the abyss.  A ray of hope, dangerous dark magic, and then a collision with a hallucinating bat?  The heroic hummingbird seems to have become as hapless as his friend Bedlam.  Until next time… 

Hugs on the wing!

 

 

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79 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 26 — Emptiness

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    • LOL, thank you Jan. I’m happy (not to mention surprised) about Bob’s popularity. Funny, but I’m always surprised about characters being liked. I’m glad Bob has a friend in you. 😀 We’ll see more of Bob this weekend. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Hi Kirt. I really appreciate your feedback. I wasn’t sure if I had gotten the “impact” across when I wrote it. LOL… yeah, bats… I don’t know why, but in my oddly wired brain, they were just supposed to be there. Wishing you a wonderful week too. Hugs on the wing!

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  4. A “colony of hallucinating bats.” Oh no! I couldn’t help laughing, Teagan, even though I can imagine the danger and would not want to be poor little Bob. I’m looking forward to learning if he’s all right. Great episode. 🙂

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    • 😉 Sorry, Kathryn. If I’m going to keep “Cliffhanger Maven” as a title on my resume, I have to do that kind of thing. LOL. Tune in next weekend to see if or how Bob gets out of this one. I really appreciate your visits. Hugs on the wing!

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    • Why thank you so much John. That means a lot coming from a suspense master like you. Bob has quite a choice to make about whether to try and use that dark magic. If he’s not too stunned from the impact… Oh my… 😉 I appreciate you visiting. I hope most of the noise from the floor re-do is over. Hugs on the wing!

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  6. “The end” ??? The end? Teagan!!!!

    I hope Bob is OK. my heart rate was increasing as I read this. I’m worried about the little guy. I’m reading earlier than normal today, because I have to finish our taxes. So, for today, you’re “Teagan’s Thistledown Procrastination Services”

    “Leather wings rustled” – great reference. As soon as I read that, I though “bats” – nicely done.

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    • Hi Jennie. I remember summers as a young girl when bats swarmed around the neighborhood streetlights in the evening. I understand about the bats. I certainly wouldn’t want one messing with me or getting in my hair! I hope it wasn’t too off-putting for you.
      When I first heard those actually were bats, not birds, I was afraid. Then when I learned they ate mosquitoes, I liked them! 😀 I’m one of those people who will get mosquito bitten 15 times while the rest of the group gets nary a bite… Plus my allergies react badly to any insect bite (even worse to bees). So I became something of a bat fan. Still a very dangerous situation for little Bob! He’s certainly in a pickle. Tune in next time to see how he gets out of it. Hugs on the wing!

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      • Not put off at all, Teagan. I loved the bats in the story. Being afraid of bats made it all the better! One of the “Jennie Stories” I tell at school (true events from my childhood) is The Bat Story. People here in New England put up bat houses because they eat mosquitoes. You would be miserable here in the evenings, especially in wooded areas. A screened porch is a must! Let’s hope those bats steer clear of Bob, or the other way around! Hugs to you, Teagan. 🙂

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  7. Oh no! I feel for Bob, but I’m also rooting for the bats. lol 😉 My son got a bat for Christmas gift, that is, a rescued bat from a local wildlife rehabilitation and education center. He named it Bruce, as in Bruce Wayne (spoilers, Bruce Wayne is Batman), also because he loves all Doctor Who but especially classic DW (as you would know, Teagan), ie. “Enemy of the World” (Doctor Who) and how the name “Bruce” is said, but I’m meandering, no shock there. 😉
    Dear Teagan, I’m sorry you have “stuff” to overcome, but I’m also glad you decided to share your time and yourself with us, maybe the writing and dare I hope, even those who are luckily enough to have found you and even luckier to have befriended you, help a little? I know you all help me with “stuff”. 🙂
    Hope this weekend brings you peace and relaxation. 🙂
    Mega hugs on all kinds of wings hugs, even batty ones. 🙂 xoxoxox

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    • Dear Donna, yes, I am truly lucky to have everyone here (particularly you). I count that as a blessing every day. More than ever, this blog is my sanctuary. I’m working on the peace and relaxation. I even managed to sleep late this morning (mostly thanks to Crystal). It was fully daylight when I got up!
      I’m a bat fan too. Loved hearing about Bruce the bat! ❤ Do you still have him? (Not sure how one would go about keeping a bat.) They are very beneficial creatures. Anything that eats mosquitoes is alright by me. The only one I've ever seen up close… unfortunately a dog had killed it… was such a sweet looking little thing, about the size of a gerbil, tan and white spotted.
      Heartfelt thanks for your kind and encouraging words — and for taking time to visit. Hugs on the wing!

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    • It’s lovely to see you, Robbie. Frightful for a tiny bird indeed. I imagined a cloud of leather wings, many times bigger than Bob’s. Or being on a congested city street when everyone crowding the sidewalk is two feet taller than you. Even if no one means any harm, it could be dangerous, and certainly frightening. Thanks so much for taking time to visit. Hugs on the wing!

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