"This is an very ancient scroll," she continued, "that takes us back to the very beginning of when our Realms were created. This isn't the first time the Old Passage doorway has been open either." As the others looked at her in confusion, she explained, "This is the doorway that leads to the Wandering Woods and the home of the Ancient Oak Tree. It was a Full moon then though, but with it being a Blue Full Moon now is why I feel the call of magick is so much stronger." "That is interesting about the Ogham letters as I have seen them on a spoon recently," said Roslie. "But does your scroll tell us where the key is to the Dreamweaver's hut?" she asked.
"I am beginning to think this 'spoon' is the key we are looking for," said Awena. "Now the question is, does the Moon Dragon still have it now that he has transformed into the Monacle?" With that question, Arnie raised her head from looking at the scroll and gave a small smile. She thought to herself, "I do love this new job of being a Finder instead of a Borrower." The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.
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"She acts like she already knows why we are here," muttered Arnie to herself as she followed the others down a long hallway. "I thought that Dreamweavers were just an old faery tale that was told to the young," finished Hazelwyn as she followed closely behind Awena. "Oh no," replied the Sleeping Sister. "They are actually a part of our very foundation at the Sisterhood." Awena then opened a door at the end of the hall and entered with the weary travelers following. It was the library of the Sisters. Without explanation, Awena took a deep breath and focused her energy to find the scroll that would help the other understand why the Dreamweaver's story was resurfacing. Slowly, she floated upward to reach the most important and ancients scrolls locked away high up in the remote book shelves. With their eyes opening in awe and surprise, Arnie leaned over to Roslie and whispered in her ear, " She's good! I didn't know she could do that even if she is a mystic. Being able to do that would have helped me in my former career." Roslie nodded her head and whispered back, "It might be a good thing she is so talented as we might be needing her more than I thought. If we are to understand what is happening with these strange visions and still needing a "key" to some unknown hut, coming here first seems to have been the right thing to do." The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.
Whose hut? The first Dreamweaver's hut and who better to help them find a missing hut and key than Arnie, the Finder of Lost Things. It didn't take long for Hazelwyn and Roslie to run Arnie down. Arnie isn't the only one that can find things, but they were surprised by Arnie's request.
Seeing a look of confusion on both of them, Arnie continued. "I mean to say who is better to help us understand the meaning of the Blue Moon than the Sleeping Sisters and who better to help us in the Sleeping Sisters' inner sanctum than Awena, the Sleeping Sister's mystic?" Nodding their heads in agreement since they did not have a better plan, Hazelwyn asked when could Arnie start. "Right now is as good as any," she answered. "I carry everything I need with me." As Arnie, Hazelwyn, and Roslie left to go to the Sleeping Sister's Tree House hidden in the Mushroom patch, Roslie asked "Who is this Awena?"
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In spite of the rain, two protests, and an airline strike, it is now time to leave for home where I can put up my feet - or not. *lol* Goodbyes are always hard to do. This year is no different. It was fun to meet up with ladies I meet last year and make new friends this year. It always warms my heart when new members come up to tell me how much they feel like they have joined a new family who loves dolls and that they feel so welcome by everyone. Now we take a short break and then begin again the planning for the IADR Art Doll 2027 Convention. That is after I check out how the faeries have been behaving while I have been gone and how tall they let my grass grow.
When Rinaldo looked confused for a moment, Giuliano continued, "You know, the one that took the job of pulling a pumpkin coach one night for some beautiful princess."
While our stalwart guards were discussing all the goings on at the Fortress, our Amphibian friend decided to take a 'leap of faith'. He had been invited to journey to this strange land of Montana and make it his new forever home. I think it was something about a large library there that cinched the deal. The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.
This land I am in is beautiful and very warm right now. I seem to be surrounded by others too that are the results of dreams and inspiration, so I am in very good company.
Especially as they haven't shared their names with me, other than Moonie 1 and Moonie 2. It has something to do about the connection they share with the fairy tale that was born when they were "born". I think that when their fairy tale becomes more of a tale shared, then they will share their name.
"Hazelwyn, who is this Arnie and what is it that you expect them to do?" she asked. "Let's go to my home, Roslie," replied Hazelwyn. "We can talk better there," she said while she silently thought to herself "and in privacy". As Roslie and Hazelwyn went to leave the library, Hazelwyn took a quick look over her shoulder before leaving the building. "It never hurts to be aware of who is watching, let alone listening," she thought to herself. Not seeing anyone paying any attention to them, she turned and followed Roslie out of the library doors and into the street to see if they could locate a Finder. In the meantime while Roslie and Hazelwyn begin looking for Arnie, I have a new DreamWeaver to bring into the story.
While we are waiting to see if my new creation will make it through the mold stage - back to my "policy" on AI. To read more - click here to see my take on using it. The only other thing I will add is that I do use some AI and several other graphic art programs to help in creating pictures for my storytelling (which the story is never done with AI), so that you experience a unique "peek into" their world. Without some computer magic, their story might not reach as many who need a touch of whimsy in their lives.
Hazelwyn returned to the book she had been reading as Roslie moved closer to see. "It says here that Hag was of the Moon and the Stars. The other Guardian was of the Earth and Woods. It took her magic and feminine arts with his male brawn and... " as Hazelwyn paused in her recital as Roslie did a little giggle. "Do you see what else she wrote?" Roslie asked. Before Hazelwyn could answer, she continued "It said and I quote, 'should I say little thought to help open the doors to our Realm.' Apparently Hag has a slight ego about her importance in the plot of things." No sooner than Roslie finished saying those words, a great gust of cold wind came through the room. Both Hazelwyn and Roslie looked at each other wondering who would have opened a window, especially in the restricted area of the library.
Before them they could see an old woman puttering around in her small kitchen. Then they heard the knock. A younger woman entered the hut and Hag spun her a tale and a dream. To discover what that tale was click here. After Hag gave the woman her dream, instantly Hazelwyn and Roslie were back in the library. A little shaken and windblown, Roslie looked around the room and whispered to the other, "What just happened?" In awe and also in some shock, Hazelwyn replied, "We just saw the dream that created our world. That was a portal in time that was opened for us to see." "I know that Hag is no longer in that hut," Hazelwyn said, "But I have a feeling we are suppose to find that hut again." "Do you think we could?" asked Roslie. "I do, especially with the help of Arnie who is now a Finder of Lost Things instead of being a Borrower of Others Things," Hazelwyn answered. "It is important to locate the hut and find the door key to it as well."
"Hi," said Roslie. "What an amazing library this is." All that Hazelwyn could focus on was the tea in Roslie's hand and that she was holding a bag from the Sugar Plum Bakery. "What are you doing here?" Hazelwyn asked. Roslie smiled as she replied, "I overheard an anxious library clerk placing an order for you and thought I would help out. He seemed to be quite nervous, like he never has left the library building before. So yes, I have some tea and crumpets for us to share. What are you working on?" she asked curiously. "You are a life saver, Roslie but I must get back to my research," Hazelwyn told her as she reached for the sweets Roslie had brought. She then turned around to return to the book she had left open on the table. Roslie followed Hazelywn to the table and seeing the ancient book, she read upside down the name on the page that it was open to, "Hag, the Dream Weaver". With an eagerness to her voice and a touch of meddling thrown in, Roslie asked, "Who was she and what is a Dream Weaver?" Hazelwyn looked up at Roslie and asked "Will you keep what I tell you to yourself? Not share it with anyone, even your sisters the Roses? Cross your toes and bite your nails?" Roslie looked back at Hazelwyn raising her hand as she replied. "I will not tell a soul, or a bump in the night, or a living thing! Now who is this Hag?"
Taking a bite of the crumpet, then swallowing, she reached for the cup of tea. With the cup in her hand, she raise it as offering a toast and said, "We will drink to our new friendship and mission." |
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