"A teli-pone needs electricity to recharge its 'badderly'" she told Rose. Rose did not know what a 'badderly' was, but as a magical elemental she understood electricity. All living things had some form of electricity as it was the power that made things work. Fingers moved, thoughts occurred, even magic used electricity in some manner, but how to put it into a 'badderly' could be a problem but Rose was not the type of fae to give up easily.
"This is Rose. I am stuck in some white world and am trying to find my way home. Who is this?" she asked the voice.
Now Granny Flare is a very practical house Brownie and normally would have thought that this was a practical joke, but when Rose mentioned the strange white world and making a wish, she knew what had happened since she had heard the story from Lil' Boots. It took a while, but by the time she was able to explain to Rose what she knew, the 'LOW POWER - RECHARGE' was flashing on the teli-pone again. "So typical, and I still don't know how to get out of here," she thought. "Granny, we need to recharge the teli-pone," Rose said. "Find out if you can bring us back and I will dial your number again after the 'badderly' is full and we have rested."
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"So typical!" Rose replied. "Only in a magical world can you one minute be washing clothes and in the next second be whooshed away and looking at copies of me!" Rose, ever practical, decided immediately that since she wouldn't get an answer from her 'helping hands', she would try to figure out where she was. Everywhere she looked, all she could see were shades of white. "Glistening white and rocks, so typical!" she mumbled to herself as she turned to look in all directions. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her other two selves did the same thing. As she was turning, Rose did notice something different a little ways away. ""There!" Rose pointed with a finger. "Do you see it?" Rose asked as she started off in its direction with the other two following her. "It was something with color." Soon she was bending down and picking up the strange looking object. It was pink and had buttons on it. "I wonder what this is?" she said aloud. It surprised her when Roslie answered.
"This is strange," Rose thought. "I must be under a spell or something and all of this is a dream." Dream or not, she knew she needed to keep moving forward if any of them where going to find their way home. "Do either of you, Rosie or Roslie, know how to use this 'teli-pone'?" Rose asked. Rosie with a quiver of anxiety to her voice answered first this time. "You must push the buttons in just the right order. When you get it correct, someone else will be able to hear you if you talk to it and you will be able to hear them. But if you don't get the right numbers, all you will hear is a beep-beep-beep sound before this spooky voice says 'You have reached a number no longer available. Try again!' and then it sucks you in to hitting all the numbers again." As Rosie finished, Roslie nodded her head in agreement.
Rose would just have to be brave enough to give it a try. She took a deep breath and letting it out slowly to center herself, she started to reach out a finger to push the first button when she saw the green light flashing on this pink gadget. 'LOW POWER - RECHARGE' was flashing on it. "So typical!" Rose grumbled.
Aralt had already set the bottle down before the upset Siate' and had stepped back to watch the Wysps squirm. "Let them bare the brunt of her frustration for once," he thought as he watched the Wysps pushing and shoving each other in the cramped space of the bottle. It did not take long before Siate' lost all composure! "I told you to find someone that could tell us where the young Dragon is hiding and you bring me these!" she growled at Aralt. "I hate Wysps... they are annoying and don't taste good at all," she told the Herald. Realizing that he was going to need to explain quickly before her temper flared even more, Aralt quickly told her about how he could not find anyone else and "these Wysps were the ones that helped me find the caves below the Baron's Mansion and helped me find the portal to you". Siate' stared at the Herald for a minute before turning her gaze to the bottle with the trapped Wysps.
The three Wysps instantly started talking... about anything and everything they had ever done, seen, or could accuse others of doing. It didn't take long for the Dragon to lose her temper again and she growled for them to 'SHUT UP'. Instantly the Wysps were silent as they kept elbowing each other and trying to push one another to the front of the bottle where the Dragon's head was again only inches away. "I will be more specific for your little minds to understand," she growled. "I want to know where the young Dragon Drai’ochtluan, but you probably would know him as Dree, lives." Instantly the three Wysps starting talking... all at once. "You," growled Siate' pointing at one of the three Wysps, "tell me where he lives." The other two Wysps instantly stopped talking and shoved the one the Dragon was pointing at to the front. Gulping very loudly, the Wysp told her about the caves under the Baron's Mansion. "The best way is to go to the cave entrances by the big water as we have seen him come and go several times from there." Glancing over at Aralt was all she needed for him to understand that he was to go there and search for the young Dragon. "And take these things with you," she told him as he started to leave the cave as she turned and started down another tunnel muttering, "now I remember why I hate Wysps..." 
It was that beautiful calm morning as the wash was going and Rose was thinking that she needed to get started on the making of the Rainbow Drops Jam when she made that fateful mistake. Had she realized that a Wish Dragon was close by, she would have been on guard. But she had been distracted with all the things she needed and wanted to do before the cold weather that her joints were telling her was coming in soon. "Wouldn't it be nice to have some helping hands to help me get through my chores," whispered Rose to herself. That is all she had to do before POOF! She was caught up in a whirl of glittery fog and landed in the middle of this white world. But what really threw Rose off her game, was that she was looking at two other versions of herself looking back at her. "Who are you?" the stunned Rose asked of the two other ladies. The one to her right quickly responded saying "I am Roslie" while the other one in front of Rose replied "I am Rosie". Then they both together in unison replied, "We are your helping hands".
Naples helps today to shine the light on Pompeii's history. It is at Pompeii that we can see the amazing art, walk the roads, and just get a glimpse into an age that no longer exists. How we have changed and are continuing to change, but also how we have remained the same too. I was reminded of some of the "sameness" as I walked along an ancient Roman roadway in Naples called Christmas Alley. It was there that I discovered the way I structure my porcelain dolls is the same way many of the specialty figures are still made today in Naples. What are these figures used for? They are used in the building of presepe or in English - Nativity creche. Besides seeing all the amazing animated figures and figurines plus the lighting for these creche, I made a discovery. In one of the shops, they were selling a similar head like one that I had been inspired to sculpt just before leaving for Italy.
So as long as dolls can express my passion, my insights, and keep on talking to me, I know there will always be a need for Dollmakers and the creations we create. They take me on spiritual journeys as well as physical ones. They enlighten me and help me to find my balance and the world would be a sad boring place without them in it.
After a brief chat, the Baron thanked his BAT man for the wonderful job he had done and told him to rest up as they would be needing him for more errands when the group decided to take action. It wasn't rest that Fiddlefaddle wanted, it was just to put his sore feet up. That was exactly what he was going to do. Upon arriving to his room, he found a basin of hot water sitting at the foot of his favorite chair steaming and calling for him to put his feet into. "Brothers can be annoying at times, but sometimes..." he thought as he realized that Sneefle must have known he was back and would want to soak his feet.
As he was thinking about getting up and unpacking his satchel where the prize was stored, his sore feet took over... "It can wait" they told the rest of his body. Smiling to himself, Fiddlefaddle nodded his head in agreement and decided. "What is another hour glass turn. It can wait... ," he thought as he wiggled his toes in the still hot water "before I give it to her. Aaaahhhhh!"
"This time you will be going west-wise to check out something that may help us in our troubles with the Dragons." Taking Fiddlefaddle's bag and handing him the new one with his instructions, the Baron quickly turned his BAT man around and started him back down the trail to the express station. It all happened so fast, that Fiddlefaddle was already past the Mansion gates and was walking down the trail to the station before he even realized that he was now going in the opposite direction from where he had just come from!
I am on an adventure. With everything that has been going on in the realm, the Baron is sending me on a scouting mission. He heard from Outies that there was a special convention of magical people meeting. It is said that they can create mystical characters out of mysterious things called medium. This medium can be either clay or fabric depending on the magical person's power. I am hoping my experience here at this Outie's gathering will give me some clues or ideas that I can take back to the Baron. I wonder if I can convince these wizards that I too believe in magic. With their help maybe we can Shine the Light on that which we can use to aid us in our Dragon crisis.
As he finished writing the last few words, he muttered to himself, "Yes, I need to do a lot more research regarding this Moon Dragon. I am hearing the words whispered in the winds too often, especially in regard to this Aralt character also. I think I will need to share a tankard of Tee-Hee Brew with him and see what he has to say. As a Herald to Dragons, he might say something interesting. Maybe this time I can out scoop Snoop and he will have to publish something I write on the cover of the Bellwether."
It all had started because Aralt was getting frustrated. He had walked all over and just could not find anyone who was by themself. Someone that he could take back to Siate' for questioning. "Doesn't any just go for a walk alone anymore?" he had grumbled. Then he passed the cave were he had seen Nutmegg and Allspice. "Is that laughter inside? Maybe I can nab someone here," he decided as he quietly snuck into the entrance of the cave. What he saw was something he had not expected!
The Wysps had found the Ambrosia that Nutmegg had left out when they departed to the meeting with the Baron and Dowager. Leave it to a Wysp to get into something they shouldn't. It did not take much for Aralt to capture all three Wysps and put them into an empty bottle that he found in Allspice's kitchen. "This should keep Siate' busy for a while talking to them if not make her crazier," he snickered as he left the cave with the three little troublemakers trapped in the bottle. It wasn't very long before the intoxicated blue Wysps started to get bored. Bored Wysps do what they like to do most - irritate anyone they find. With Aralt telling them to be quiet all of the time as he headed to the cave that Siate' was in, they decided to start singing. Actually, instead of calling it singing, it sounded more like cat-or-wailing (something that house cats do very well). Every time they would start, Aralt would violently shake the bottle to try and get them to stop.
There are a lot of cures out there for sobering up quickly but one the Wysps had never before experienced was being set before a large irritated and upset Wish Dragon...
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