Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 29 — A Hummingbird

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Orange Feather Alexander Sinn Unsplash
Alexander Sinn, Unsplash

Welcome once again to the faery land of Thistledown.  At the end of the previous episode  an orange feather from Bob the humming bird drifted down to Fallow Blackmoon. Thanks to Jacquie Biggar for being the first reader to cause me to see what a symbol of hope that feather was. 

Today hope is not quite gone.  However, our friends might resort to drastic measures… 

Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam

Episode 24 – The Other Seer

“The family always said the copper battleax was magical.  I’ve never seen anything unusual or special about it.  Except for how big it is.  And how old,” Stranglevine Starquencher told us.

 “Could you bring it here to the cave?” Fallow asked gently.  “I’d like to see how it reacts to the magic of this place.”

Episode 27 – A Feather

Bob made it to the tiny opening in the cave wall. He came out on the other side of the hill from where Bedlam and the scary faeries were at the cave opening.  He used his hummingbird magic to summon others of his kind. But they were all brown.

Episode 28 – Gray Wings

Last time Bedlam saw the bright orange feather that surely had belonged to Bob the Hummingbird, but she found no trace of the brave little guy.  Also, Fallow Blackmoon had grave news for Bedlam Thunder and it was related to her horrible vision.

“Bedlam, the rest of your burden is at least as great as mine.  And dire.  There is a connection between this world and ours.  Just as many of the folk of Thistledown have doubles, things that happen here can eventually bleed over and into Thistledown.” 



Midsummer Bedlam 29

A Hummingbird

Fairies Looking Through A Gothic Arch_John Anster 1900s
Fairies Looking Through A Gothic Arch, John Anster 1900s

At first light the next day most of the drum circle gathered again at the entrance to the cave.  Although, first light in the colorless world happened later in the morning than it did in Thistledown.  The sun was in the same position, but it seemed to take it longer to build up enough illumination for the break of day.

As that sun shone weakly on the dull world around me, Fallow Blackmoon smiled at the sky as if she beheld a bright day.  I supposed she had gotten used to the difference after so many years in that place.

The copper battleax glinted warmly in the wan sunlight.  Stranglevine Starquencher moved it as Fallow Blackmoon requested, while she examined it in different lights.

“This ax is not of this world,” Fallow stated.  “Like its twin in Thistledown, it was made there.”

Stranglevine seemed particularly surprised.  Clearly he had never considered that his family heirloom had come from anywhere else.  After a moment of conversation, Stranglevine hefted the great ax and carried it into the cave where they analyzed its reaction to the magical properties of the cave.

I followed rather reluctantly.  I didn’t like the cave any better than the black abyss where I experienced the prolonged fall into that colorless world.  While the copper ax didn’t seem to be influenced by the cave, I could feel the dark magic of the place like dirty oil against my skin.

Märchendom Saalfelder Feengrotten
Der sogenannte Märchendom in den Saalfelder Feengrotten

“This cave is within the same mountain as the great scrying stone’s cavern where you visited me,” Poison Ivy Razorleaf told me.

I perceived that Razorleaf had more innate magic than anyone else native to that world.  His ability was second only to that of Fallow Blackmoon, who I had learned was from Thistledown.  Razorleaf and Fallow started talking in quiet voices.  They looked up at the endless seeming heights inside the mountain.  They appeared to come to an agreement of sorts.

“We think this ax may well be able to sever the connection between our world and yours, Bedlam,” Razorleaf told me, but included the group.

“But what effect would that have on all of you?  On your home?” I asked in dismay.  “And Fallow, you’d never be able to get home.  What if you changed your mind and wanted to go home?  Or even visit?”

“Don’t worry, Bedlam,” Fallow told me in a kind voice.  “I will not permit this until we have figured out how to get you back to Thistledown.”

I was appalled at the prospect and not just for Fallow’s sake.  It seemed wrong to me, in ways that I couldn’t describe.

“It’s not about me!” I cried, not knowing how to explain.  “It’s not about you either.  It’s…” I fumbled to a halt, not able to put my desperate feelings into words.

Razorleaf looked at me curiously.  Fallow looked at him, and then at me.  She took a step closer, her brows knitted in concentration.

“That’s coming from the seer in you, isn’t it?” she said speculatively.  “I sense your gift at work, but I can’t tell what message you’re getting.”

Face in water blue

“Maybe it needs some time to digest,” Razorleaf suggested.  “We can’t do anything with the ax until we figure out how to elevate it into the area from where you retrieved Bedlam as she was falling.  The upper part of the cave you called the abyss,” he told Fallow.

While we spoke the great copper battleax started to vibrate.  Stranglevine Starquencher grunted an exclamation of surprise.  Then the ax levitated.  As it rose to waist height, he grabbed onto the handle.  The ax continued to ascend though he tried to pull it back to the ground.

Drummer Soulfire and her cousin Rotten jumped up to help.  Stranglevine tried to motion them away.

“Be careful of the blade.  There’s nothing sharper!” he yelled.

Instead of touching the ax Drummer and Rotten grabbed onto Stranglevine.

“You’d better get that thing outside,” Razorleaf told them with the smirk that seemed to be part of his nature.

I failed to see any comedy in the situation.  Apparently even humor was dark in the colorless world.  Fallow snorted and agreed that they’d best get out of the cave.

However, I did see something surprising as they wrestled the big copper battleax back to the floor of the cave.  Amid the intricate engravings that decorated the ax was the image of a hummingbird.

Hummingbird orange in dark Patti Black Unsplash
Patti Black, Unsplash



Bob the hummingbird gazed at the others of his kind in dismay.  It wasn’t just their dull coloring that concerned him.  It was the scant amount of magic he sensed — in the hummers and everything else where he should have detected magic.

He cried out to the other hummingbirds and the hornless unicorns who came to his call.  He asked that they summon all of their kind.  Bob realized that they wouldn’t be able to accomplish very much with their faint enchantment, but anything was better than nothing.

Then Bob turned to go back inside the cave of the abyss.  He gathered his courage and steeled his resolve.  Using dark magic could end in death or worse.  However, he saw no alternative.  Bob would have to try and combine his hummingbird magic with the powers of the cave.

 The End


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.

Stranglevine Starquencher

Fallow Blackmoon 

Poison Ivy Razorleaf

Rotten Soulfire

Drummer Soulfire

Tune in next weekend for Episode 30 — A Perversion of Phantoms.  Until then…

Hugs on the wing!



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88 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 29 — A Hummingbird

  1. You describe the cave so well, Teagan, and I have to say I love those character names! Razorleaf has such a great sound to it. Also a joy to see my friends like Sue as characters here. Oh that Bob – we adore him!

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      1. Yes, I am catching up and loving that I still have a few episodes to read before being current on your blog. Absolutely your blog content is timeless – I cannot be the only one who has re-read episodes! HUGS and wishing you a beautiful weekend ahead xo

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    1. Hi Gary, it’s good to see you. Yes, Bob — haha! Amid all the frilly (and silly) faery names I couldn’t resist naming him Bob.
      If you go to the right of the screen to “Categories” > scroll down and click on the button for “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam”, it should pull up all the past episodes. However, they will be in reverse order.
      This serial is spontaneously written. Bob didn’t fly into it until Episode 12.
      Many thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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  2. Wow, Bob is so beginning to take the centre stage in the story, Teagan. He’s a brave little soul that will no doubt have many fans. I love the opening part of the episode and how you described how morning did not break until much later even though the sun had already risen. Such a strong and unique description that I’ve never heard or read anywhere before. This story is so captivating. It’s an instant winner (in my books).
    Hugs to you.

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    1. Hi Kirt. It’s great to see you. I hope you had a lovely holiday weekend. Yes, I think Bob has something up his little sleeve (errrr… wing?). “Skypainter Morning” might show up again soon too. Thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Adele, thank you. I had started notes for the next episode, but I confess I’m struggling with real world issues. I hope I can have the next chapter ready by the weekend. What you said means a lot to me — and you have no idea how much I needed that on a Mordor Monday. It’s hard to see the way out for Bob and Bedlam when I can’t see my own. Thanks for taking time to comment, my friend. Hugs on the wing!

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  3. I love your descriptions of the cave even though it’s a colorless, dark magic place (which might be changing??). Another awesome episode. I can’t believe how much you’re turning out, Teagan, with multiple stories at a time! Happy Easter. ❤

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    1. Hi Diana. Thanks so much for visiting. I am delighted you enjoyed this chapter. Ha. Ironic that you said that, just when Mordor has overwhelmed me yet again, and I wasn’t able to write all weekend because of it. So I don’t know whether or not I will have a post for either story this week…
      I hope you enjoyed your holiday. Thanks for being here. Hugs!

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  4. Oh, this is good, dark, worrisome, yet hopeful. Terrific writing, Teagan. I was excited when I saw the photo of Bob’s orange feather. This was a nail biter. Thanks so much! Happy Easter to you!

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  5. Oh Teagan, this episode is so powerful. You’ve opened several avenues here, and all of them are scary. I’m worried for some of these characters, especially Bob. I think you’ve done a wonderful job of bringing us close to these characters to the point that we feel for them, not just sharing their experience. As others have mentioned, the “dirty oil on skin” was masterful.

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    1. Dan, I had no idea that sentence would stand out — particularly to so many. Your entire comment means a lot to me. I really appreciate you taking time to visit, especially on a busy holiday weekend. Enjoy your Easter — and the peanutbutter eggs! 😀 🐰 Hugs on the wing!

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  6. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    At the weekend I travel to two other dimensions… one created by Teagan Geneviene in Thistledown and the Other World that mirrors it but is colourless… this week Bedlam and those in the other world are trying to figure out how to enable her travel back to her world… but there is danger from an ancient artefact.. Bob the Humminbird is elsewhere in this colouless world trying to summon as much magic together as he can muster..

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  7. Just read this and WOW, Teagan. Your writing opens up pathways of creativity in us all! Well done! And the photographs are gorgeous! Quite an experience reading gifted you. A departure in genre for me, but the gift here is your reminder that there is magic in this world, after all.

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    1. Thank you, Claire. I’m honored and humbled by your comment. I usually fantasy, but more of an urban type, and my 1920s stories (which tend to have a supernatural edge). So this faery story is a departure for me as well. I appreciate you visiting and venturing into unfamiliar territory with Thistledown.
      Hugs on the wing!


  8. I, like everyone else, liked the oil on the skin line. Bob better be careful. I don’t like that abyss and coupled with the cave could produce dire results. ( You will make sure he is careful won’t you?) Super episode, Teagan. Hugs.

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    1. John, that tiny hummingbird is so dang headstrong. I’m not sure if he thinks things through. But maybe that’s his strength. Thinking things through hasn’t gotten me very far. So here’s to impulsive, determined hummingbirds!
      I’m so glad you enjoyed this. I appreciate your visit. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Dear Judith — heartfelt thanks for your encouraging feedback. We use the term “made my skin crawl” so I believed dark magic might feel that way. ❤
      LOL, I hope Dan doesn't mind the less flattering name of Carver Eastdoor's scary faery double. 😀 Many thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Hi Robbie. Thank you so much! Many times just before a thunderstorm, I can feel the difference in the air (sometimes so strongly that the hair on my arms stands up). So, I thought a faery should be able to feel magic on a physical (not just intuitive) level. So dark magic would not feel clean…
      I appreciate you taking time to visit. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Hi Carol. I’m worried that ax may have been in the colorless world too long. It may or may not be a source of good. Erm… I should have said that. I’ll add it to next week. LOL. But I think the answer about the ax is “neither good nor bad.” I appreciate you taking time to visit. Hugs on the wing! ❤

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    1. You are so kind, Jacquie. Thank you very much. LOL, maybe I should have had the dark magic cause a “rash.” 😀 (Sorry — I can’t resist a pun.)
      The hummingbirds of Thistledown are “flighty” and that could translate to rash decisions. Hopefully Bob knows what he’s doing…
      A happy Easter to you as well. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. A joy-filled, hug-filled weekend to you too, Christoph.
      The thing with the character names/bloggers was a way form me to promote others. I’m always looking for creative ways to do that. I appreciate you taking time to visit. Hugs on the wing!

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