Category: Nemmer

"Cats and cookies..."

6/19/2019

“You do know The CAT is my cat," Efem purred teasingly at her sister.

"What do you mean The CAT is your cat? He is MY cat,” Cornelia told her.

Now, nobody called Cornelia ‘Corny’. Everyone knew that she preferred her name or she let slide a Neelya or even Nellie for a nickname - except it seemed, her sister who started calling her Corny almost as soon as she could walk and talk.

“I am pretty sure he spends more time at my place than yours," smiled Efem. "After all, it is the Catnip Juiceberry cookies that I bake especially for him that is his favorite food.” Efem knew that Cornelia liked to think of herself as a good cook and being her younger sister, she also knew the ‘buttons’ to push. Oh, how Efem loved to tease her older sister and get her flustered “… come on Corn-e-e-y, admit it... even you like my catnip juiceberry cookies that I make."

There had to be a special place in the Dark Troll Grotto for sisters who knew just enough on how to be annoying – but as she was family, she just had to keep her... Cornelia lovingly sighed.

Oh... and she loved her younger sister but younger sisters can be such saplings. If Cornelia hadn't been there when Efem had been born, she would have sworn that the Tree Nymphs had switched her with a Changeling. As if being called ‘Corny’ wasn't bad enough, Efem also had to needle her about her cooking - some things are too much!

“Well, without MY special blend of honey to go in YOUR juiceberry, your cookies would taste pretty sour,” said Cornelia. "See Baby Sister, you still need me." Getting a twinkle in her eyes, Cornelia smiled, figuring that she had won this round of word battle (even if neither one kept score). Keeping the smile on her face, she awaited Efem’s response.

If bad timing can be considered an art form then Nemmer had the art down to perfection. For everyone knew that one never came between the two sisters when they were having one of their 'discussions'. Even as a Golden Arrow in the Elfshot Guild his aim was way off the mark for choosing this minute to be walking into the cottage. “The CAT is getting into the hives outside, Cornelia. Again!" Looking at Efem he continued, "You are taking him with you when you leave, right?”

Hearing this Efem lit up and replied, "Yes, I am taking My cat with me." Smiling to herself because Nemmer did not even realize that he helped save her and 'win' this round. She knew that both Cornelia and her loved these little sisters' discussions for no one knew her better than her sister and that their love for each other ran very root deep.

0 Comments

Love at first sight and it ain't The CAT.

5/30/2019

0 Comments

As Nemmer was returning from Efem’s grove to his cottage he thought about what he would tell his wife, Cornelia, about The CAT. “She isn’t going to be happy, that I still have not found that darn cat,” he muttered.

Kicking a rock on the trail and stubbing his toe since the rock didn't move, he groaned “Stupid cat! See what he made me do and he isn't even here.”

Even though Nemmer and Cornelia had been together for a long time, he felt like it was only yesterday that they had just met. Reflecting back he thought about the first time he got a quick glimpse of her. "Oh yeah, it was love at first sight for me. Boy! Did I have a hard time getting her to fall for me,” he remembered. She was so busy looking for her silly cats even back then that she did not even notice him by the stream.

"Maybe if I had taken off my mask first to say hi that would have been better. Then she might have not have fallen into the stream and gotten covered in clay."

"Oh she was HOT! In more ways than one," Nemmer chuckled to himself. He spent many days trying to figure a way to make it up to her. Here he was dressed like a bird and she was a cat lover. It was not until this realization hit him that he realized what a bird-brain he was.

A cat was the key to her heart! That was why now he really did not want to tell her he couldn’t find The CAT. Especially since this cat was the distant off-spring of that original cat. “That darned cat!” Nemmer grumbled again as he continued to the cottage, hoping that The CAT might return home before him.

0 Comments

The CAT...

5/8/2019

0 Comments

Nemmer trudged down the trail, grumbling to himself about that stupid cat. He was not happy to have go back home to tell his wife that The CAT was not at Efem’s tree grove. Meanwhile Efem was conversing with the Dusty Mytes to see if they had seen The CAT. While others wondered where The Cat at that moment was, he was not thinking about them at all.

No one can say "they" understand cats... for cats truly have a mind of their own. But this one was even more contentious than the wildest of wild cats and he had an urging. He wanted to find out why no one had ever come up with the idea of a fish-truffle purple gum flavored cat food.

Sounds silly, I know, but this cat thought of things like this. Like why were there words like bee, be, and Bea when they all sounded the same but meant different things? All The CAT could figure was that anyone that was not a cat was just plain silly. “I will never figure out the Others even if I have nine lives to do it in,” he murmured to himself.

So, he continue to prowl around through the woods going wherever he wanted (like all cats), pondering and searching for the answers he was seeking. He did not worry about those that may be looking for him at all (again like all cats).

The CAT did liked Efem though. She, being a tree mother, thought she was always helping him out of a tree, but The CAT knew better. He never was stuck in a tree, (you have never seen a cat skeleton there have you?) he was merely waiting for the next meal to come along.

He also choose to share his time with Efem’s sister, Cornelia too. She was the strangest and silliest being The CAT had ever met and so was her husband Nemmer. When Nemmer wore his silly bird like mask, he never could understand why that made him hungry.

For when he got hungry, he would show up at whichever place was the closest. Putting on his poor pitiful starved look, the sisters would soon start cooing and petting him. At the same time, they would tell him how starved he looked and complained that nobody has fed The CAT. He had to admit to himself that he did like when they scratched behind his ears. That was purrrrfect! The best part so far of his nine lives. He would then show his biggest smile with a sparkle in his teeth to let them know he was well pleased with his Pets.

"Now I'm hungry just thinking about it. Who's place is closest?" he wondered.

0 Comments

Nemmer is Found...

5/2/2019

1 Comment

“Another couple of bends in the trail and I should be finally at Efem’s,” muttered Nemmer, still upset about losing his mask. “At least I did not run into any Dusty Mytes on my way here.” Not that he remembered anyway…

Nemmer soon walked around the last bend of the trail and could see Efem’s tree grove. A little further and soon he spied Efem… and she had Dusty Mytes with her! “Oh no… and me without my mask for protection!” he thought. As he was pondering what to do, Efem saw him on the trail and waved to him to come over.

Not taking his eyes off of the Dusty Mytes, he slowly picked his way over. As he came nearer, the Dusty Mytes slowly rolled closer to Efem, making a trail for him.

do is “I was so worried about you!" she told him with a look of relief. “When the Dusty Mytes told me that something had happened to you, I was getting concerned and was about to send a message to your wife.”

“I am glad you didn't. The last thing I need is for you to call your sister. You can see I am fine," Nemmer replied as he diligently watched the Dusty Mytes making sure that they did not try anything.

“What are you doing with these dangerous creatures?”

“Oh Nemmer! They just want to apologize to you,” she answered.

“Apologize? To me? What for?” he stammered, surprised and suspicious both at the same time. “What’s their game? Everyone knows that they make you forget things?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly what happened on your way here, but, from what I can understand is that YOU attacked them. The poor little dears had to defend themselves and in the scuffle you lost your mask.”

“So they took my mask! I will get them for that!” growled Nemmer. He was madder now than he was when he realized his mask was gone. For now he knew that it was the Dusty Myte’s who took it. Before he could reach out and start grabbing Dusty Mytes, Efem spoke in her mother’s voice. "Now Nemmer stop that and behave!" When she used that voice it could stop any disobedient child in mid-step to listen up and behave - Nemmer froze.

“Now you will listen and be quiet. They came to apologize for dusting you but you did attack them first. And secondly, they are returning your mask that YOU dropped," she told him as she handed him his mask. Nemmer did not know what to say and for a moment stood staring at the Dusty Mytes, his mask, and then to Efem.

“You are telling me that they dusted me and made me forget because I attacked them? They were waiting to ambush me…” Efem shook her head no. “You startled them when you came upon them and they defended themselves. They were not even looking for you.”

After a long pause and in a tiny little voice, Nemmer muttered that he was sorry. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear what you said,” Efem glared at him. “I am sorry for attacking the Dusty Mytes and I won’t do it again if they leave me alone,” he repeated.

Efem concentrated for a second to hear the Dusty Mytes answer. “They tell me they will honor the peace between you and them if you quit picking them up and bopping them on the head. Now that you have your mask back, tell me why you were coming here in the first place.”

“I don’t remember,” Nemmer started to tell her... then a smile spread across his face. “Just kidding. Your sister sent me here and I wish I could forget why. Have you seen The Cat?"

1 Comment

Where did you find that???

4/30/2019

1 Comment

As she was about to say something more, she heard a rustling noise coming from behind her. Quickly she started to raise her arms into the air so she could turn into a tree if needed, but hesitated when something pink out of the corner of her eye appeared. Before she was able to change, a shimmering glow flashed and she was suddenly surrounded by Dusty Mytes.

"Oh, thank you for the shade Maple," Efem told the towering tree as she sat down. There was nothing better than a nice lazy afternoon communing with her tree friends. Efem, being a tree mother, loved to share her "wisdom" with the other trees as they watched the new saplings sprout in the grove. “Little Willow over there looks like she will grow to be a great golden willow from the looks of that crown of shiny new leaf buds,” she told the other trees.

Efem, had a special gift of being able to communicate with them because of her dryad root connect to the earth. She could talk to all of plants and animals, not through words exactly, more like pictures and feelings.

At first she wasn't thrilled at being surprised when the Dusty Mytes appeared, but now she was becoming confused. They were feeling sorry about something and wanted her help - which they had never asked before.

It took her a minute to finally understand, but it appeared that something had happened to Nemmer and they were sorry.

As she was trying to figure how to image a question back to the Dusty Mytes about what had happened, another Dusty Myte appeared with Nemmer’s mask.

“Oh no… Nemmer never goes anywhere without his mask…”

“Oh Nemmer, what has happened? Where are you?”…

Where did that blasted mask go?” Nemmer muttered not for the last time as he continued his journey through the woods to Efem’s place. “When I get to Efem’s grove, maybe she can get the trees to help me find my mask,” he thought. “I normally don’t just lose things, so it still makes me wonder how I lost my mask. I’m sure those blasted Dusty Mytes had something to do with it.”

1 Comment

Nemmer is out looking again...

4/11/2019

0 Comments

Nemmer, the Archer of the Elfshot Guild, was sent on an errand by his wife to find some apples. He needed them so he could finally re-qualify to be an appleshot archer. Being re-qualified was for himself, but he also knew that the "wifie" likes the extra gold sheckles that would come from the Guild with the re-qualification.

She had also told him that Efem would be able to get him the apples, so Nemmer was off to find her. Efem, being a tree nymph, was friends to another nymph who lived in an apple tree and was willing to trade a few apples.

As he was walking through the forest, singing his favorite song, he kept his eyes open for those annoying Dusty Mytes…

(sung to the tune of ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’)

Great Archer Nemmer,
walking through the forest,
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.

Down came the good fairy and she said,

Great Archer Nemmer,
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I’ll give you three chances,
and if you don’t behave
I’ll turn you into a …

As he was singing, Nemmer realized he was starting to forget the next words of the song. “How could I forget my favorite song?” he started to wonder when he suddenly realized that there must be Dusty Mytes in the area.

"There must be more than one if they can make me forget my song. Grrrr… I will put a stop to that!” Ducking behind a large bush, he quickly put on his mask to protect him from the Dusty Mytes' "Forgetfulness", and began his search for the little critters.

Flitting from bush to tree to rock, he finally spies them. “Terrific! I found three of them together. This must be my lucky day!”

Quietly sneaking up to the Dusty Mytes and reaching down to scoop them up, the string holding his mask comes untied and the mask falls off. The Dusty Mytes, hearing the mask hit the ground, suddenly realize that he is upon them. With Nemmer's protective mask gone, they quickly douse him in forgetful dust - blowing it out of their long trunk-like noses.

Sometime later, Nemmer finds himself walking down the forest trail, humming his song, trying to remember why was he going to Efem’s house. “Oh well, it will come to me when I get there.”

0 Comments

What is a Dusty Myte?

2/17/2019

0 Comments

When I can't see something but I "feel" that it is there, a personal fear is created. By that definition, then maybe I should fear the Dusty Mytes since I can't see them. Now Nemmer, having run into these annoying creatures, knew there was nothing truly to fear from them. They are more like pesky little gossamer flocculent (look it up - it means fluffy) things than anything else. If it wasn't for their particular ability to make us forget where we placed our keys and leaving long trails of dust behind to be dusted away; Nemmer wouldn't have an issue with them.

So once again Nemmer shot me with his arrow of "seeing" (elfshot) and showed me that they weren't evil looking... just nettlesome. And of course, being so sweet and fluffy looking, I had to touch one. By which action, I then made it real... real enough that I can show you how to make your own annoying but sweet looking Dusty Myte.

To visit the tutorial - click here or on
the Dusty Myte.

0 Comments

A Rash of Forgetfulness?

2/10/2019

0 Comments

Lately, there has been a rash of forgetfulness in the Shadows' Realm so much now that Nemmer was on-the-job. “Now where could those Dusty Mytes be hiding?" Nemmer mutters to himself as he pokes his head through some bushes. He is pondering this question so hard that he does not notice Meen running from mushroom to mushroom trying to sneak up on him from behind.

”Whatcha doing Nemmer?” Meen asks as she jumps out from behind a giant mushroom and lands right in front of him.

"I spooked ya - didn't I?" Meen giggles. Laughing so hard she had to wipe a tear from her eye. "Whatcha looking for?" As Meen started to take a breath so she could continue to ask more annoying unending questions, Nemmer quickly responds. “Good day Meen. Are you on an errand for the Shadows’ King or just out to play?”

This question worked, as Meen closed her mouth and appeared to be thinking about something. “Now that you mention it, I was supposed to do something… but I can’t remember what it is. Isn’t that funny? How can I do it if I don’t remember it. ”

“Sounds like you have been around a Dusty Myte," answers Nemmer.

"Now think hard… The Shadow King told you to do something… he normally sends you on errands to tell someone about something that’s important. What is new and important that you can think of?”

“I can’t think of anything new. Let’s see, Hungry and I were playing and then we saw Scarlet. Then the King found us and we saw the Nytemares and then Hunter sent Hungry to school… I can’t think of anything important in all of that. Sorry Nemmer, I can’t remember.”

“What does having to be hungry got to do with going to school?” asks Nemmer.

“What are you talking about? The King sent Hungry the baby Wish Dragon to school.” Meen’s eyes suddenly light up, “I remember now! I was to tell everyone that if they see a Dragon in the Shadows’ Realm that it is Hungry on his way to school. Thanks Nemmer." Jumping onto a mushroom, Meen starts to hop away. "I got to get going and spread the word about Hungry."

"That little pykse left before I could ask where she has been," grumbles Nemmer. "Probably forgot that too. Drat... I will just have to keep looking for those pesky Dusty Mytes. They could be anywhere... Imagine a wish dragon back in the kingdom, that is a sight I won't want to forget to see."

0 Comments

Out of the Blue...

2/6/2019

3 Comments

What was that? Is the shadow in the bushes a bird? It should be a bird because it is what I expect it should be. Often what I think I see right in front of me is what it really is. Yet, like the blue jay that I just thought I saw in the bush, might it not also be him?

Him--- because maybe, just maybe, when I have a sudden inspiration or finally see something that has been sitting right before me in a new way, it could have been because of him. Let me introduce him. His name is Nemmer and he is an archer. Now why is that important? It's important because of his elfshot arrows. When I get hit with an idea that comes from out of the blue (haha- that's his favorite joke), what is hidden is now revealed. This does not mean that I get to find that one sock that is missing-- (he tells me because that is someone else's job).

"Hey there... Let me tell them. This is about me after all. This IS my job after all - to give inspiration and the understanding that swells inside. I like to think of myself as the Little Helper who wakes up the unaware."

"Now I understand that not everyone wants to be aware. I accept that, but how boring it must be to be one of those..."

"One question I do get asked when I am first seen is why do I dress up to look like a bird? Other than the fact that I think blue is my color, it helps with the secondary job I have. It is my disguise so that I can keep away those little dusty mytes that steal away inspiration. They are everywhere!"

"Think of those nights when a dream tells you something, but the moment out of bed, it's lost. Or when sitting and an inspiration hits, but from the chair to the next room, that sudden realization of having to ask 'what did I come in here for?' appears and the idea is lost... that's is those nasty little mytes' doing."

"I find that my bow and arrows are especially useful in swatting those pesky little creatures away."

"Well, I have to get back to work, but now that you have seen me as I really appear, ask yourself this question. Will you take that extra second to look to see what was really there? If you see me, then may you be hit by inspiration and not the dusty doo-doo of the mytes! I'm off!!!"

3 Comments

What's in the Shadows...

1/30/2019

0 Comments

I am sitting here pondering what to write about for this week's blog --- an idea that is being very elusive to capture. Which I find funny, because being elusive is what Nemmer, my latest character, is all about... he is about revealing what I "think" I see (or is it)?

When I started on my path to meet Nemmer, little did I realize I would have to be "elfshot" to really see him. He has revealed new dimensions to my sculpting that I am delighted to have discovered. I am like a little kid jumping around the room wanting to explore this new awareness. But is there more to see?

Nemmer has revealed so much more to me than just sculpting techniques. With being "elfshot", I now understand how the Fae use shadows to hide in. It's that shadow or movement one notices in the corner of the eye but when looked at directly, completely disappears. Is this their way of slowly revealing themselves? Kind of like a distant wave hello - so neither of us feels too exposed. Could they be letting me know they are there, much like the first steps in dating when a young boy hits the girl in the arm and then runs away? *smiling* I guess this way we both slowly become comfortable with each other.

I have learned, not only do the Fae use shadows, but they also use masks to present themselves. They will weave their fairy glamore around themselves to create a mask or illusion I can't see pass. They may appear as a deer or a bird so they can go unnoticed. A familiar object that one doesn't think out of place. Their masks hide them like a veil and obscures them from me - giving a different perspective of what I think I am looking at. It is only at the time of removal (like the stroke of midnight in the fairy tales) when what is underneath is revealed.

So, as I was sculpting Nemmer, things that had been in front of me all of that time, suddenly revealed themselves. I now am able to see him in a new and different light. He chose to take off his mask and there he was. At the same time, I also now have an inspiration for part of his costume... and it looks like I wrote my blog.

0 Comments

<<Previous

"Cats and cookies..."

Love at first sight and it ain't The CAT.

The CAT...

Nemmer is Found...

Where did you find that???

Nemmer is out looking again...

What is a Dusty Myte?

A Rash of Forgetfulness?

Out of the Blue...

What's in the Shadows...

Author

Archives

Categories - To Read any of the below tales - scroll to the bottom for the beginning of each!

​​​​​​​​

Author

Archives

Categories - To Read any of the below tales - scroll to the bottom for the beginning of each!