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My Name is...

2/23/2021

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Spite picked up the pillow that the Wishing Well had thrown at her and holding the mirror in the other hand, started flitting and flying down the trail.  "It isn't every day one gets a mirror - let alone a pillow from a Well,"  thought Spite as she struggled to carry her new possessions while trying not to fly into a tree as she flitted down the trail.
She hadn't gotten that far before her tummy started rumbling.  "It must be noon," she realized as Spite knew her stomach like clockwork.  Noon is  also the magical time between time, when the morning is leaving and the afternoon beginning.
Spite found a perfect spot to land and started to grab a small meal out of the berries that surrounded her when she noticed the mirror starting to glow. Setting the berries aside, she picked up the mirror and peered into it.  With the glow her appearance was fuzzy and distorted like a carnival mirror she once saw through a portal into the Outie's world.  As she continued to look, she started to feel a laugh in her tummy which passed her lips until it burst forth as a chuckle.  The chuckle flew on the winds to spread out to the trees and beyond.  Shortly, she heard a slight chuckle come back to her ears. So she laughed a little harder and again heard her chuckle flying out and return, just like an echo.
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Amazed on hearing her laughter echoing in this small glen, she looked harder into the mirror.  It glowed brighter and suddenly she felt she should ask it a question.
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"Oh Mirror of the Well, is this my name?  Please do tell."  (After all, one must be polite in talking to magical mirrors in the magical rhyme.)  As the echoed laughter finally quieted she heard a voice that said, "Why are you talking so funny?  You must be spending too much time at the Wishing Well.  To answer your question though, this echo is a part of who you are.  Laughter is your power.  You can see how it spreads out to return to you three times fold.  But it isn't your name.  Look deeper into the mirror little Spite.  Look deeper into your soul."
So Spite did and as she concentrated, the sound of the word "Sprigg'n" popped into her head.  "What the muddle puddle is that suppose to mean to me?  Is this just a game - how can this word be my name?"
The Mirror let out a deep sigh and continued, "Sprigging is a process.  It is where the handles, spouts and embellishments are added to earthenware.  You know those fancy cups that Dewin likes to drink out of with the dragon handles?  To add that to his cup is called sprigging.  Just like sprigging, your laughter lightens a person's burden, makes them easier to carry and embellishes the goodness in the world.  So now see yourself, Sprigg'n Mac-talla ('mac-talla' is echo in Gaelic), as laughter in the wind embellishes the world so will yours.  This is the name you will carry with you now," intoned the Mirror as it's magical glow faded.
Humbled, the Spite sat and silently repeated her new name.  "Sprigg'n Mac-talla," she finally said laughing aloud.  "The mirror not only gave me a first name, I now have two!"
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The Power in a Name...

2/16/2021

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​As Spite strolled through the woods she wondered about a name she might like and daydreamed what it would be. Some of the good ones like Snickerfritz and Geodwyne were already taken.  She knew those imps quite well.  The more she thought about possible names and dismissed them, the more her thoughts kept  returning to the question of who would help her find her name?  She had already asked the Owls but they kept telling her that she must first figure out "who" she was.

"Dumb owls, I already know 'who' I am," thought Spite.  "I am a Spite.  I even know how and where I came from.  I just don't know my real name and I am tired of just being called 'Spite'.  That's what I am, not who I am."
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​"Well, this isn't getting me anywhere," she decided.  That is when it hit her (not literally of course)... "The Magical Well!  That's who might be able to help me," she realized.
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So off she went to the magical well located near the King's castle in the middle of the Shadows' Realm.  "I will need something to give to the well when I make my wish," Spite remembered as she started her journey.  "Hopefully something will appear before I get there," she thought since she did not want to delay any longer and hadn't brought anything special with her since she hadn't thought to visit this magical place before.

Something did appear just before she found the well.  It was a small pillow.  "I wonder what this is doing out here," Spite thought as she stumbled over it...  "Oh well.  Maybe the Magical Well will want to take a nap later. I can feel a touch of magic in it, so it should be acceptable."
As she neared the Magical Well, a blue glow emitted from the center.  "Somebody appears to be home,"  the excited Spite hoped.
"Oh Magic Wishing Well.  May I ask of you a wish?"  The Well didn't reply but that didn't stop Spite.  "Please help me find the true name to me which will help set me free."  She did know that wishing wells required the 'magical language' which meant one had to slightly rhyme somewhere in the request (no one knows why - but that's how wishing wells work).

As she made the wish, Spite dropped the pillow into the well.  As the pillow disappeared, something else started to float to the surface of the well.  It was a mirror!  With the mirror a deep voice also could be heard coming from within the well.
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​"Take a peek.  Your wish is now complete."  (Magical talk again.)  Then the Well continued, "Take this looking glass from my stash.  Look into the mirror and hold it dearly as it will help you to find the one you seek clearly."  As the Spite quickly grabbed the handle, something else came flying from the Magical Well.  "You will also need this," the voice said before the blue light flashed once more then vanished.  Spite was so startled that she did not even realize that the well had not responded in rhyme that time.
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"Now what am I going to do with a pillow," wondered the Spite.
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Not a pet...

2/9/2021

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​Spite was sitting in her favorite place by the babbling, chuckling brook.  She knew this would lighten her mood as she had decided that it was time.  The Wizard, Dewin, needed to know her name.
After all, she wasn't just a pet like some dog she thought - just because he expected her to always come running when he called for her.  He knew he could count on her loyalty as she had proved that time again and again over the years, but being call Spite was WHAT she was... not WHO she was.
Plus she was getting a little tired of the ol' jokes "in spite of" being used just willy nilly.  It was usually when something Dewin did that didn't turn out quite the way he expected.  That is what happens when one is born during a Mercury retrograde.  The 'Powers that Be' do love their sense of humor which is why a Spite always looked at things in a funny twisted way.
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Spite knew she was unique and that she had been "born" from the sacrifice of a Wish Dragon trying to correct a great wrong.  That love is partially reflected in the blue flame on her forehead but no one had been present when she was born. She had come in at a special time and was blessed with knowing what she was, but no one was there to name her.  Over time the villagers and Dewin just fell into the habit of calling her Spite.
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But things were now changing in the Realm.  There was a Wish Dragon to find and that would affect her in some way too she felt.  It was time to come into her full power and to do that she needed her name!  Oh, she laughed at some of the silly names Dewin had shouted out at her over the years, but she didn't think those would quite fit.  So she continued to chuckle and think about possible names.  Who could she go to with this problem -- to help her find her name and open the gateway to her full powers?
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Getting ready for the debut...

2/2/2021

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There is just so much to do in order to get ready for my big debut!
First there is the brushing and styling of my hair.  I know I should be paying attention but there is always something to distract me.​
Did you see my pretty wings?  There has been a lot of designing that went into them so I could have the perfect ones for me. 
But then "mom" decided to change the color of them as she said that bluer tones would be better for my coloring.
But we aren't done yet.  There is still the dress to finish and the donning of my magical shoes before I can be presented.  "Mom" is also trying to pull together the project so you can see more about the process, so keep tuned for that coming out next week too.
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