Usually the passageways between the two worlds were secured, but every now and then someone leaves a door open or forgets to move a rock back in place. Though for Squirrel to have traveled this far, there really must have been a huge temptation for him on the other side. Wandering around in the Outie world was so strange especially when trying to ask for directions and not letting any know that you are from another realm. Arnie was used to finding her way around by just following the light or the bling of something sparkly in the distance. Squirrel must have done the same thing Arnie realized, "though with his nose and tummy instead."
Though this "discussion" seemed to include a bit more as they kept gesturing to something over their head and waving their paws. Then after saying something, the Outie squirrel would break out in this infectious laughter. Hearing a squirrel laugh is quite hilarious.
"He's muttering to himself," whispered Arnie. "He is a strange one as I certainly didn't see any other Outies around him." From what Arnie could hear it sounded like "That Darn Squirrel! We'll see what he think of my new PVC protection?" "PVC??? What could that mean?" thought Arnie. "Is my friend even in more danger from this odd looking Outie?" The Outie then approached the "treasure" that my friend Squirrel and the other squirrel had been talking about earlier. He pulled on a rope and lowered this strange looking contraption that I could see why my friend had been so excited about it. It was pure candy on a stick! "Look at all those delightful seeds, nuts, and delicious goodies all wrapped up together to look like one BIG scrumptious banquet," Arnie thought to herself. "No wonder Squirrel left the safety of the Realm for this!"
Realizing that they had been exposed too long and could be seen by the Outies, Arnie leaned over and whispered to her squirrel friend, "We need to be going before they discover us... Now!" Tugging on her friend's tail, Arnie started back to the magical doorway dragging her friend behind her. "Quit struggling. We have got to get out of here." "But I want to see how my new friend gets past this 'PVC' trap," answered Squirrel sullenly.
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I had been really well known for my stone soup in my clan which made it easy to apply for to SPICE after learning what they do. Afterall, finding and returning the Fae effected by a 'bad' Wish Dragon wish was a worthy goal for the others but when I first started, I was only wanting to return my own clan.
Watching over the Ambrosia requires a lot of both throughout the process while waiting for it to boil. Otherwise the batch will go bad and it will be ineffective with the Dragons. But I found a way around this Hobb-goblyns' trait of no patience and positive thoughts! It was through my cooking. I realized that when I made the stone soup that I loved to cook. I had the patience and each time I made it, others loved it too. Allspice was who discovered me and knew I was needed for this team. As a baker, he realized that one of the special ingredients to the Ambrosia was me! All I had to do was control my temper. The anger of a Hobb-goblyn is legendary. We hate everyone - even our own clan members. If it wasn't for that bad wish that took away my pet rock, I probably would never have become a SPI.
Believe me, as the ‘hubby’, I live with one (and after 40 years – am just about domesticated but no where near understanding the thought process of my favorite doll maker). She has inspired me so much that as she makes each new character, we develop the story together behind it. It has even gotten to the point that when the doll talks to her about who and what they are to become, I can sometimes hear it too.
What were some of my insights one might ask? Let me tell you... That bike trails in Montana are larger than some of the roads we traveled during this trip – with cars traveling both ways (which I noticed that the larger the vehicle – the more likely who was backing up to let the other go by…) with bikes still on the road also. The buildings surrounding the roads had been there several hundred years. As such the roads were not expanded and made wider for when cars replaced walking or the horse carts. I realized that this was a fine example of adjusting to the needs of modern society and still making something you already have work - even if it is a little cramped! Just because it is old doesn’t mean that it can’t still be useful (well that’s what we tell our adult children anyhow *smile*). It was during this trip, while talking to a taxi driver about the changes in the places where he had lived for over 20 years, that I realized that he had gotten to the point that he no longer saw the beauty and uniqueness of where he lived. I thought that here he was in London, where many of the buildings where he delivered his fares to were older than any building in the whole state of Montana plus the history that went with each. Sadly he no longer seemed to see the wonder in where he lived. A place where statues and bridges have been for hundreds of years longer than most countries in the world today and he just thought about how to go somewhere else.
I am not a great outdoorsman – but I love the open spaces, mountains, and trees. Maybe that is why I keep coming back to Montana? It was also during this thinking that I realized that I enjoyed more than I had thought in helping create the characters in our Realm of Wymsy. We have been writing about their world since 2016 in the Brambles section of the website (I could not believe it had already been eight years) and I had been enjoying every minute of it! There it has been in front of me all of this time and it took a three-week trip, surrounded by pushing and noisy people, narrow traffic lanes, questionable meals, small seats, and long periods in planes and airports to make me realize that ‘there is no place like home’! I discovered where part of my creativity came from. My partner in adventure and crime (the wife *smile*) and by trying to 'see' what was around me with a renewed perspective! Thank you Mr. Taxi Driver. *Writer’s note – I still enjoyed the vacation and we got some great pictures too!
Neither Drat nor Dree knew it would be the last time they were to see her again. "The Queen is sending me on an important mission that is going to take me into places unknown," Meen realized as she listened to the flutterby message again. "She even told me to pick someone to serve in my place as her chief, but who should I pick that will do as good as a job as I do?" With that thought, Meen continued hopping towards the Shadows' Queen's castle to pack for her journey. Meanwhile, Meen was not the only one packing... "Don't forget the spoon and my favorite shoes," Goodie2shues told her sisters.
"Hurry sisters. My vision told me that we must catch this next transport if we are to be timely. If you don't have time to pack it, we will just have to find another when we get there," Goodiegood told the others. "What about the stuff we have to leave behind? What's going to happen to that?" asked Goodie4u as she finished filling her traveling case. "I have taken care of that. Someone who the door guardian knows well will be in charge of the cottage for us," answered Goodiegood. It was then that the knock sounded at the door and the door opened wide letting in the Borrower. "Hi Arnie. Take a seat and we will be finished shortly. I already poured you a cup of that pumpkin spice tea you like so much," Goodiegood said as she resumed packing. As Arnie sat down, Goodiegood and her sisters started for the door with their traveling bags. "Sorry, we don't have time to chat, replied Goodie2shues. "And we can't tell you why but please consider this cottage your home," Goodie4u told her as they all left. "I can only tell you that what we have to do is important and it is taking us to a unknown place," and closed the door leaving Arnie by herself in the quiet cottage.
"This is a strange place," thought Arnie as she looked at the circular tangle of sticks that was slightly moving (as if breathing) hanging over the entrance door. She then pulled out her favorite keys and locks as she thought of new places to hide her treasures in this cool looking cottage.
"Of course they were happy to fill in like that as we are all one big happy family here in the Realm of Wymsy... well most of us are but then that isn't anything unusual in a family as large as ours." "What happens next is a day of sales Lesley says and a tasty luncheon where she will get to meet other doll lovers from across the country. This shows a lot of determination by so many interesting Outies to get here to Missouri as many had to overcome the chaos that happen at what Outies use to fly in called airplanes. How much easier it would have been if they could have befriended a Dragon."
"Maybe if I stand real still and stay quiet I can learn more about what is going on," Allspice decided. "After all, I do like to travel." "Do you have packed the things we need for our trip?" he hears Lesley ask the Hubby. "No. We still need to get Allspice packed," he replied. "You are suppose to bring along the doll you submitted for the juried part of the three part qualification phases you have been going through for membership with ODACA, remember?" "I wonder what ODACA* means," muses Allspice. "Oh yeah. We need to pack him good with bubble wrap as I am out of baby diapers. Those preemie diapers are so great for wrapping around a doll's head," answered Lesley. "This is going to be a long trip heading to Kansas City, Missouri, and another state we get to check off our 'States We Have Visited' list. I think it is going to be pretty warm this time of year, so don't forget to pack also our hand held fans." "Got them and the laptop so we can keep up with your posting. Wouldn't want you to miss out on your Facebook time," replied the Hubby with a smirk.
"They should try hanging out with a Dragon on an ambrosia hangover as he burps and belches fire all over the place," shuddered Allspice just thinking about the last time it happened. "I wonder if I should go pack one of my trunks for the trip? If we run into any Wish Dragons, we will need some ambrosia just in case. They are so busy packing their stuff, I don't think they will notice if I disappear for a few minutes to get mine. If all else fails, I got to have my magical mixers with me..." (*ODACA - Original Doll Artist Council of America)
Dulbbe had not been king long, but in the short time of holding this new job, he had learned to trust his First Minion. "Yes, but remember what actions you do will reflect on the Troll Kingdom and myself." After another thought, Dulbbe added with a smile, "and don't get caught." If the King had not smiled, Drat would have almost felt offended. "Don't get caught indeed," quickly scampered through his thoughts, but then he realized that the king was right. "The Gooblin King doesn't keep dungeons as he doesn't keep prisoners," Drat remembered. "They cost money to take care of," Hir'aeth, the Gooblin King, had been overheard saying once and everyone knew how ruthlessly efficient he ruled his kingdom. Shuddering, Drat started out to where he knew he had to go. Quickly he was out of the Shadows' Queen's library and was leaving her palace. There might have been a quicker route to where he was heading, but Drat wanted the extra time to work his plans out as he traveled. "No, that won't work," he decided as he rejected several options but always he came back to the main part. He would need to convince Dree that this was for the best. "The question is," Drat asked himself, "best for us or the Dragons?" Soon Drat was outside of the caves and just as he started to enter realized that he could hear another voice besides that of Dree's coming from inside. "Hello Drat. On some errand for the Troll King?" Meen asked smiling.
"I realized that you looked like you were thinking something important the way you were distracted and that it had to do with the Dragon's and I knew that sooner or later it would have to involve Dree. So here I am." Slightly annoyed at being so transparent that even a Pyksee could figure out what he was up to and even more so for failing to see how smart Meen really was, Drat quickly decided that maybe this was for the best. Meen had been one of Dree's first friends while he was still a Wish Dragon and might be able to help convince the Dragon of his plan. "Meen, I am glad you are here. I need your help. We need to persuade Dree to help us find a scroll." "You mean like finding a hidden treasure? That is one of my favorite games!" answered Meen. "Dree always liked playing games with me... It shouldn't be hard to get him to play it with us." Drat smiled... "This might work out after all," he hoped.
"I see where you are looking for new creative expression" Madame said. " Well yes," I tell her. "I have finally gained some control over the size of dolls I want to sculpt in. I just did three different sized heads to determine what it is that I need in the clay so I get the size I want in the porcelain." One does always seem to tell a fortune teller more than they wanted to know *lol*. Part of the math of working in porcelain is keeping in mind that porcelain shrinks from the original size sculpted in clay by at least 20% when baked in the kilns. I have been working in a comfort zone with my dolls but now, by having more control of knowing what I create will come out in the size I want it to be, will free me up to be more creative. Not having to worry how to work with the whatever size the sculpted head came out when finished really gets those fun inspirations flowing again. Taking control of the cards again Madame Llesenia continues with "I see traveling for you in the near future." I shake my head in amazement. How does she see this stuff? "Yes," I validate for her. "I will be traveling this month to a doll show that is part of the third phase of my competition for judging on one of my dolls." It will be exciting because again like the last show I just went too, it will be in a State I haven't ever visited before. Though Missouri in July could be a challenge as they have been getting a lot more of that hot summer heat than we have been getting in Montana.
At first the normal reaction is --- will I be staking him out on the lawn? Will people be asking me where I buried his body? But no, this will be a fun I decide. For my hubby is a great supporter of my dolls and has helped me in many ways with them. He even inspires me on occasion and challenges me on others. Having some help with some of the mundane stuff of dollmaking and selling will really be freeing me up and opening my creative portals. So yes, this will be a good thing. As so often for me when I have a reading, it is usually ends up about the energy I am in and experiencing more so than the future. But you know I rather not know what is in the far future as that is part of the fun of discovery as I walk this path. It is nice to know though that someone does watch over me, for otherwise how would they know what is even going on in my life unless they were watching me *smiling*. If you would like to see if Madame Llesenia has any words of wisdom for you, why not drop over to the Magical Fun section and let her draw a card for you. All in the sense of fun and playing with our inner child to keep young at heart. 
"Well your kingship, it is because of trolls that the word "trolling" began. Trolls would rather just look at the cover of a book and not really open it to the pages within," Drat replied. "Though, with the old king before you, there was such a competition between him and the Gooblin King that resulted in them both going after powerful books," Drat continued. "After all, wizards aren't just powerful on their own magic but from all the knowledge they collect. Both the old Troll King and the Gooblin King knew this," Drat said as he caught up to Dulbbe before he opened the door to the Shadows' Queen library. "Hmmm," thought Dulbbe as they stood in front of the closed door. "What if there are some old scrolls or books that could give us more information on this Wish Dragon, Siate'? I mean, Drat, just think of her power," Dulbbe pondered. "If she was so all powerful back when, why did the Dragons leave the realm? If the Dragons were so mad at the villagers enough to leave, why not wipe out the villagers instead? Or did history get rewritten with the Dragons leaving? Interesting questions that I think we need to know the answers, Drat," said Dulbbe as he opened the door to the library while Drat wondered about his new King. "A troll who believes reading is a virtue and doesn't wait for a servant to open doors for him," he mused to himself. As Dulbbe entered the Shadows' Queen huge library, they quickly headed to room 101 where the one source that might be able to answer a few of his questions was located. As he took the cover off the crystal ball it began to glow a pale green. "Oh Wise One, is there a book or scroll that tells us of the time of Siate' the Wish Dragon when she was in power?" The Dragon orb flashed a couple of times and then began to glow a brighter green as it answered Dulbbe's question. "Yes."
"The Gooblin King has it, though he knows it not," answered the orb. "It will be difficult to find for the scroll has it's own spell on it to keep it hidden from those that look to harm Dragons. For the scroll knows that knowledge is power and it hides from those that seeks it's power." In frustration Dulbbe's threw up his hands and growled, "How can we find a scroll that cloaks itself, let alone has hidden itself among the gooblins?" The Orb answered, "With the help of a Dragon."
"I can't have Dragons moving too close to our brewing spot," thought Allspice. "Otherwise I would never be able to have any of the brew stored here in the barrels. After all, part of the appeal of the brew to Dragons is that they find it irresistible." Allspice put his hand up next to the cave wall and started twisting it from left to right. Part of his ability was to feel the vibrations of sound since he used music to add his magical touch to the brew. This time when he heard the sound he felt his way along the walls of the tunnel to find where it was coming from. The closer he came to the sound, the more he could make out that it sounded like conversation going on between two creatures. "One of them is upset," he decided.
"That was a fool's errand, Aralt!" the She Dragon roared. "There wasn't a Dragon anywhere, let alone anyone that even knew about Dragons until we showed up from the direction we were sent." Aralt knew that when the Siate' was in a temper it was very wise indeed to keep one's head down if one wished to keep said head on one's shoulder. Allspice also had learned long ago about a Dragon's temper and decided it might be better to stay hidden behind the boulder for a bit longer. "That silly word game those villagers and that stupid little Dragon played on me has made me dangerous indeed!" continued the irate Dragon. "How can a Wish Dragon even not be a Wish Dragon any longer?" Aralt was pondering some of those same thoughts himself as he just stood there as Siate' continued to stomp around the cave while circling him as she ranted. "Now that was an interesting thought," Allspice said to himself. "Is there a way to take away a Wish Dragon's wishing ability... and would one want to do it?"
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