Saturday, March 10, 2018
Thank you for flying over to the faery land of Thistledown.
Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam
Episode 24 The Other Seer. Bedlam Thunder was finally pulled from an endless fall in the black abyss. She had new friends among the “scarey” faeries to thank for that. Among them Fallow Blackmoon and Drummer Soulfire. However, she was again stuck in the colorless world.
Episode 26 Emptiness. When we left Bob the hummingbird, he was falling through the dark abyss. 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 higher than the rest of its cloud, colliding with the tiny bird.
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A jolt of pain.
Momentarily stunned by the impact of colliding with a bat, Bob dropped. Luck was with him though, and he landed on the back of a second bat. He tried to make his tiny feet grab onto the bat’s fur, but he wasn’t quick enough. In a burst of speed, the bat angled upward, in pursuit of the first one.
Bob slid the length of its back, but finally managed to grab onto the bat’s tail. The hummingbird thanked his lucky stars, because some bats didn’t have tails. The whiff of spore tainted air that had reached Bob, made him woozy. He poured all his focus into hanging onto the bat’s tail. He could only imagine what delirium possessed the bats, who had been in air thick with hallucinogenic spores.
With more than natural strength the bat broke free of the powerful current and rushed after its opponent. Clear air came to Bob’s lungs, reviving him. He sensed the dark magic of the cave and again considered trying to use it, despite the inherent dangers of it.
Bob knew he would have to do something before the bats caught up to one another. He pondered what would happen if he simply let go of the bat. After the things he had already endured, the tiny hummingbird didn’t have the strength left to fly around and explore the vast cave. If he continued the descent of the abyss, he would end up in the strong air current again, unable to control where he went, which would be back into the mushroom spores and the colony of bats.
As the bat flew, Bob looked for something on which he might alight. Perhaps he could cling to a stalactite if one was near. Unlike many creatures, Bob couldn’t see very well in the dark. He tried to scan the area. A pinpoint of light came to his vision. He thought it was the same one he saw earlier. The light got larger as the bat flew closer to it.
Abruptly the bat banked hard to the right. He saw they had reached the other bat. The movement was so sudden that as the animal’s tail swung, flinging Bob a good distance away from the two bats. Wings beating in a blur, the hummingbird flew toward the spot of light.
The light encouraged Bob, drawing him onward, despite his exhaustion. Although it seemed radiant at first, he realized that it was only bright in contrast to the utter darkness of the cave. As he drew closer to the light, Bob saw that it was a crack in the wall of the cave. His strength gone, the hummingbird alighted in the fissure.
A week, milky sun greeted him. The colorless world.
As he gazed around, Bob realized his perch was high on the side of a mountain. He stretched to see the ground below, but he didn’t see the mouth of the cave. He wondered if there was an entrance.
His eyes wandered the area before him. It didn’t look all that different from Thistledown, but the lack of color was more than enough to tell him it was an alien place. The foliage and the insects were all dank colors. Among the brown leaves of a scraggly tree, he saw squirrel. It was gray, rather than green as it should have been. Bob spotted two steeds.
Unicorns! he thought. But how awful. They’re hornless. And their fur… It’s a muddy color, not brilliant white. They don’t glow at all, as unicorns should.
Bob called out. The gray squirrel chittered at him from the nearby tree. However, he didn’t hear any voices of his own kind. Concentrating hard, Bob sent out a thread of hummingbird magic. Soon, a dozen hummers darted in the air beside the mountain.
They’re all brown. And they’ve barely a trace of magic. Nothing near what a hummingbird should have, Bob thought aghast.
Bob’s courage wavered. He saw no sign of Bedlam Thunder.
Fallow Blackmoon pulled a scarf from her gray snakeskin jacket. It was black with bright pink fringe. She wrapped the scarf around her face and walked back into the spore laden air of the cave. Drummer Soulfire tied her scarf similarly. Like her drum, the scarf fore the image of a bear. Their eyes squinted in the dirty air.
“We dare not stay in here more than a moment. At least not until the air has cleared of the spores,” Fallow warned. “I thought I sensed another magic. Not like Bedlam, but… At any rate, I don’t feel it now.
As they turned to leave, an iridescent orange feather floated down. Fallow extended her hand and it gently came to rest in her palm.
“Magic,” she murmured. “It’s been so long I had almost forgotten what hummingbirds were like there.”
This Week’s Faery Namers
Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers. Be sure to visit the “secret” bloggers who have faeries named in honor of them in this episode.
Fallow Blackmoon https://harvestinghecate.wordpress.com/
Drummer Soulfire https://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com/about/
Bob the humming bird seems to be safe — at least for the moment. However, now he’s stuck in the colorless world too. Worse, he didn’t see Bedlam anywhere. Fly back to Thistledown again next time to see what happens.
In case you missed it…
Tuesday I posted a request for your votes and feedback. I want your input as I decide on what kind of blog serial to do when Thistledown is finished. It will be a “three things” style serial, with you sending three random things to drive the story. So I want you, the reader to be evolved every step of the way. If you missed that post you can vote for the type of serial you’d like and leave your thoughts here*. Please do vote and/or comment. It really helps my thought process.
Hugs on the wing!
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