Before he thought about it he casually answered “It hasn’t changed much,” he started to tell her – then he stopped.
Surprised that he even had found one since the She Dragon thought all of the Dragons had stayed together with her. She just looked at the Herald and said, “Continue. Why was a Dragon there and where was it from?” Not realizing this information had surprised the mighty Dragon, Aralt continued on about his meeting with Dree. “He isn’t very bright and I felt no real magical power when I met him. He didn’t even know that I was a Dragon Herald. The locals call him Dree and apparently he spends a lot of times with a rat. He said that there were some adult Dragons to the south of the where the portal opens into the Realm of Wymsy.” “Yes, they were my scouts." Siate' remarked to Aralt.
They would use the portal to regain their old land. “Lead the way Herald for you will be the best one to introduce us to our new neighbors,” she told Aralt as she motioned for him towards the portal entrance.
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What had just happened with Aralt was something that wasn't following true as he tried to put together the pieces of what he had just seen. Aralt walking through a portal and disappearing was not that unusual in the Realm of Wymsy. Granny Flare did it all of the time... and blue Wysps were as annoying and as numerous as mosquitos in a swamp... but something that he saw was still nagging at him. "What is it that keeps bugging me," the hunter thought. Then it struck him and he almost stopped running! It was the way Aralt had entered the portal! "The portal was already there and he did not cast the spell to open it," realized Nemmer. "It's as if he knew what was on the other side." Nemmer now knew he had to get to the Baron's Mansion as fast as he could. "The Dowager was right," he thought. "Aralt may be a bigger danger than even the Dragons returning." It did not seem soon enough for Nemmer, but shortly he was standing at the doors of the Mansion knocking and waiting for someone to let him in. After only a few seconds, Nemmer got impatient and started banging on them. "Come on... Open up already!" he growled.
His choice was rewarded as both the Baron and Griselda were there drinking tea as he entered unannounced. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to both of you," he said as they saw him. It was then that Nemmer saw that one other was in the room also. It was Dree who was sitting on the floor with a pillow that he was adjusting to get more comfortable as he leaned against a wall. "Should I leave?" asked the Dragon to his hosts. "I think you should hear this Dree," answered Griselda as she stared at Nemmer, "as I have a feeling that what Nemmer has to say will probably involve you also." Nemmer nodded his head affirmatively and then began telling the three what he had seen and his concerns. When he had finished, both the Baron and Griselda gave each other a concerned look before saying anything. "I agree with your assessment and what you have told us makes it even more clear to me," replied Griselda. "The Herald has an agenda that I don't think is in our or Dree's best interest. My guess is that the portal goes to where ever the Dragons currently are and he will shortly be bringing them through. We must be ready." With that, the Dowager took charge of the campaign soon to come. Quickly she sent Sneefle, Fiddlefaddle, and Nemmer off to start alerting the others. Everyone needed to meet at this mysterious new portal for they needed to all be there when the Dragons came through if it wasn't already too late.
That was the year Hubby and I traveled to Scotland and Wales. We wanted to delve into the history and magic of the land. It was at this lovely castle bed and breakfast that the caretakers shared with us the history of the surrounding area. This is when I first heard of the village of Furnace. Alas, over the many years, it is greatly reduced in size now. But at one time it was a booming city of manufacturing and protection for this part of Wales.
Also this is where the wysps came together to create a dream of a magical land. A land called the Realm of Wymsy where fae and non-magical beings came together. The birth place of brimstone and fire that hatched a lonely forgotten dragon egg. And as the story goes... the rest is history. *smiling*
"My identification code she called it! Indeed!" grumbled Faun thinking back to that moment. "She must have found something because before I know it a sticky tag is placed on the back of my neck and another tag is tied to my left arm. Then I am taken away from the only face I have known (Lesley's) and made to stand in a room full of other strange creatures," continued Faun to the now growing group of listeners.
The ones that many of the 'outies' were oooohhing and ahhhing over were the ones created with masks on their faces. I did hear something being said about what a fun theme a Venetian Carnival was going to be this year. There was one character there that had every element of his outfit from his hair to his boots that were totally handmade. Didn't sound very reasonable to me, but they were strangers after all. Soon there was an 'outie' with a piece of paper walking around making scribbles on it and talking about how that was a whole category by itself. Don't ask me what she meant. As everyone knows, 'outies' are a little different." Several of the older fauns nodded their head in agreement. "Then for a little while all of the 'outies' left and I had my chance to talk to some of the others. It did not take long to find out that they had traveled like me - wrapped up and in the dark. One even said that she had been wrapped in an old towel and stuffed into a bag with handles. The nerve of these 'outies'," grumbled Faun to the tribe of listeners.
Looking over the small crowd of fauns that were listening to the story about her adventure and seeing the sun about to go down, Faun realized that she needed to end her tale soon or she would miss her chance to still go out and pluck more daisies.
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