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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Daniele Levis Pelusi, Unsplash

 

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

***

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 

All rights reserved. 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. 

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.

 

Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 22 — A Hair Aflame

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.

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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 SuchThat’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.

Thistledown

Midsummer Bedlam 22

A Hair Aflame

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

The End

***

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!

 

 

Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene 

All rights reserved. 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. 

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise. 

 

Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 21 — The Crochet Circle

Saturday, January 20, 2018

It’s been such a cold winter so far for many of us, so I happily welcome you back to the faery land of Thistledown.  As stories sometimes do, the timeline backs up for this episode — happening concurrently with the previous chapter.  It’s the best way for me to show separate events that occurred at the same time. 

We are once again viewing events from the point of view of Bob the hummingbird.  The next two episodes take place during the same moment of time when Bedlam Thunder suddenly found herself alone in the dark, her two friends having been snatched away by some unknown force.

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Previously in Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam

From Episode 15 (click here)

“I thought the girls would be in here, studying away,” Willow Rainbow murmured in a concerned tone.

 “Based on these half-eaten cookies, I think they must have left abruptly,” Luminous Twinkle added.

 Then Bob the hummingbird saw it.  The periwinkle muskox hair dangled like a book mark from an ancient tome.  Bob recognized the volume.  The faeries all saw it too.  They made a collective gasp.

 The Etheraris Spiregris.

 From Episode 20 (click here.)

River screamed.

 Then I heard a grunt, as if the air was knocked out her lungs.  I no longer sensed the large presence that came so suddenly.  It left as abruptly as it arrived.

 “River?  River!  Rhymer!”

 No one answered my calls.

 The sensation of falling became more intense.  I felt I was moving faster, hurtling downward through darkness.

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Midsummer Bedlam 21

The Crochet Circle

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Bob the hummingbird flew with all his tiny might.  He had left the home of Carver Eastdoor where he briefly stopped to rest.  It was a long distance for such a small bird.  He was a little proud of himself that he managed to focus, and was not distracted a single time.

He darted into the farmhouse of Willow Rainbow, where Bedlam Thunder, River Mindshadow, and Rhymer Rainbow had last been seen.  At that moment chaos ensued.

Willow Rainbow yelled something unintelligible when she saw the dark portal behind the Etheraris Spiregris.  She jumped halfway into the dark gaping maw before Blossom Stargazer and Crescent Glimmer each grabbed one of her legs.

“Rhymer!” Willow Rainbow exclaimed.  “I know my niece is in there!”

Luminous Twinkle shook her head sadly as she spoke, “We all know how dangerous the Etheraris Spiregris is.  You can’t just jump into that… that thing unprepared.”

Blossom Stargazer often wore crocheted blue finery due to the abundance of soft muskox yarn.  She put a hand to her head as she thought, pushing her tam to one side.  Blossom stared down at the arm-load of muskox yarn she held.  She looked from the yarn to the odd periwinkle-colored hair in the ancient book.  The yarn sparked with static, as if in response to the long hair in the book. 

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Daniele Levis Pelusi, Unsplash

“I wonder,” Blossom began.  “That strange hair must be a cousin of my team of muskoxen.  Perhaps there is an affinity between the two.”

“You think the yarn might be drawn to the hair?  Able to follow it?” Crescent Glimmer asked.

“Maybe a little anyway,” Blossom suggested with a shrug.

All the crochet circle seemed to have the same idea at once.  They took the blue muskox yarn that Blossom brought and began to crochet furiously. 

“Hold on,” Pepper Stargazer, the lamp maker said.  “That portal is pitch black.  Let’s add some light to things.”

Pepper took a small pouch from her bag.  It contained flash peppers.

“Isn’t that stuff extra combustible?  I’ve seen people blow up their kitchens with it,” Tinder Willowtree commented in concern.

“It can be if you don’t know what you’re doing, or if you have the wrong peppers.  This is a new variety,” Pepper said as she carefully sprinkled the yarn with ground red flash pepper powder.

The circle went back to work.  Their needles moved with magical speed.  A thick and long rope was rapidly created.

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“I have an idea,” Tinder Willowtree told them.

She removed the finder from her bag.  Its dark reflective surface looked like an ordinary scrying stone unless someone was attuned to the device.

(Read the episode about the finder in episode-4 here.)

“A slight affinity between the periwinkle-colored hair and the muskox yarn probably isn’t strong enough to help very much.  And my finder should be useless when it is not attuned to someone.  But Willow Rainbow, you have an urgent, emotional need.  I’m hoping that will let both you and Rhymer, since she’s your kin, attune to the finder,” Tinder Willowtree continued, handing Willow the device.  “Hold it to your heart and think of your niece.”

Willow Rainbow held the finder to her heart.  Bob and the crochet circle watched in silence also focused on Rhymer.  The hummingbird noticed the multicolored chickens had gathered under the window.  Their gentle clucking sounded like encouragement.

Willow’s wings rustled in rhythm to her heartbeat.  Slowly the other faeries in the crochet circle unfurled their wings, all softly moving to the same beat.

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After a moment Tinder Willowtree took back her finder and whispered words over it.  Then she tied it to the rope they had crocheted.  She turned to the others.  With a collective nod, they tossed the rope and the finder into the black maw.  Forming a line, each of them held onto the blue muskox hair rope.

They looked expectantly at the dark opening.  The flare peppers provided a bit of sparkling light.  It was just that there didn’t seem to be anything to illuminate.  The dark void appeared to be empty.

Willow Rainbow and Pepper were closest to the portal.  Suddenly they staggered forward.  The crochet circle tightened their grip on the blue rope.

“It has caught something!” Willow Rainbow began.  “But I can’t see what it might be.”

They all looked at one another uneasily.  Everyone knew that there might be something other than the missing girls inside that black portal.  Who knew what evil might live in such darkness?  Even so, they held tightly to the rope, steadfast in their determination.

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“What’s that?” Crescent cried fearfully as she turned her head to look out the broad window.

Something huge and red soared through the turquoise sky.  Then it barreled through the open window.  A round of gasps and startled screams came from the crochet circle, but they never loosened their hold on the rope.

Field Yewwasp!” Tinder Willowtree exclaimed. 

They quickly told the furry faery that they believed the three girls had been pulled into the portal.  He added his strength to theirs and they pulled the rope harder.

“I hear Rhymer’s voice!” Willow Rainbow cried.

Field moved to the edge of the black maw.  He drew a breath and with a faery trick, his voice boomed into the void, though he did not yell.

“Rhymer, are River and Bedlam there with you?” he asked.

“Yes, or I think so,” Rhymer’s muffled voice could be heard.  “I can’t see them though.”

Everyone pulled even harder on the rope.  A slim foot came into view.  The blue rope was tied around it.  Willow and Pepper let go of the rope to grab Rhymer and pull her back into the farmhouse library.

Field moved to go into the portal.  Tinder Willowtree caught his thick arm.

“I know you are the fastest of all faeries,” she began.  “If you are thinking what I believe you’re thinking, you’ll have to be mighty fast indeed.  Field, I have a bad feeling about it!”

“If I’m quick enough I might be able to follow the faint trail left by the flash pepper back to the other two girls,” Field said.

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.

The End

***

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 © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene 

All rights reserved. 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. 

No part of this work may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.  Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All images are either the property of the author or provided by free sources, unless stated otherwise.