The Dowager, Griselda, had heard that there was going to be an event in the Woods hosted by Hunter, the Shadows' King. Some type of tournament where Hunter's Nytemares would be able to let out some energy. If it was going to be like the tournaments that she had watched as a much younger maid she just had to go. The problem with a tournament though is that proper young ladies did not go alone. "Maybe Efem would enjoy this too," she thought. At first she was going to snail mail the invite, but then decided to send it through the Bee-Gs to see if the Dryad would accompany her to the Festival.
Later, as Efem and the Dowager were walking around the tournament field admiring the beautiful Nytemares competing against each other, the Dowager asked Efem "Have you heard anything in the Mushroom line about Hewy's new commission to the Troll King and what the King is like? I have been gone quite a while and maybe the Baron has met the Troll King, but I have never been introduced to him myself."
"I had not heard about a commission and I don't know anything about the King of the Trolls personally, only gossip of what the Twitter Birds retweet about him. They say that he can be a devil," Efem answered.
"Oh No!" Griselda exclaimed. "Do you mean he is evil? We don't need that here!" "No... No..." smiled Efem. "He not the blackhearted, world destroying evil type. The buzzing I have been hearing is that he is more the minor, mischievous imp, wicked-fun type than dark evil. Just not someone you would trust your family fortune too! Eventually he would find a way to keep it and have you working for him too."
"Oh" the Dowager sighed. "Then he could still be dangerous in his own way," dreamily smiling as she gazed at a knight riding a Nytemare in the jousting arena... "We will have to keep an eye on him - for Hewy's sake of course." Efem, realizing that Griselda was staring at the knight and not the horse, turned startled eyes to the Dowager and smiled, "Griselda, aren't you too old for such nonsense?"
The Dowager, turning her big innocent eyes towards her answered with a laugh, "I'm not dead yet!"
The Dowager is also pleased with the article about her but is also wondering if anyone noticed the dandelions.
Most of the others who where there at The Wishing Well wondered where Snoop had been hiding since they didn't remember seeing him. Nemmer kept muttering that even though he wasn't there at the Well, he knew the Dusty Mytes must have something to do with it. Of everyone in the Realms, the only two occupants that were not reading the paper were the Spites, Sprigg'n and The CAT, instead they were swapping funny stories about Wizards and Dryads.
Everyone is reading all about it!!! Snoop got the scoop! The truth behind the strange sightings in the Wandering Woods (or at least the foot prints and strange lights anyway) has been discovered.
Several days ago Snoop volunteered to search out the Woods to discover the strange reports that had been coming in. What he has discovered will change everything in the Realms and you are reading it here first!
Taking a break from his many duties at the stable, Scarlet was spending a minute reading the latest edition of the Bellwether. “Did you see this Meen?” asked the farrier to the jumping Pyksee. Before Meen could answer he continued, “Your Dragon friend has been discovered to be lose in the Woods and will be making an appearance at the Magical Wishing Well out back behind the King’s Castle today. Let’s go see how he’s been doing but first you should tell the Shadows' King.”
… and yes readers, we too will have a representative of the Bellwether on hand at the meeting to keep you informed as to what transpires at the Magical Wishing Well.
While Meen was hopping around the palace, Griselda was digging through the books in her library at the mansion. The colorful glo-bug lights and decorated tree certainly were putting her in the mood to curl up in front of the fireplace with a good book. What better place to read the stories of old and enjoy a nice cup of tea?
"Maybe there was something to this zooming stuff that the others were gossiping about," she thought. Griselda gathered up her letter from Mrs. Claus with the Coffee Cake Muffin Recipe and decided that a visit to Parsley just might be the thing to do. "Nothing like reaching out to friends far and near... or was that dear (*smiling*) for the holidays".
Little do they all realize, but this unique meeting could shape the entire future of both the Realm of Wymsy and the Shadows' Realm.
In all affairs of the heart, the Bellwether likes to pride itself as an equal opportunist for those that wish to express themselves in the language of Love.
As such, this week's edition of the Bellwether is devoted to the Ladies.
Who will be brave enough to come forth in their adventure of looking for Love?
Valentines Day is coming and love is floating in the air - who else will cupids arrows strike? One of the few immune to this Valentines Day holiday is Sprout. He can't figure out what all the hallaboo is about with squirrely giggles and fluttering butterfly kisses. So where is he? Parsley still has not found that boy...
"What's this? Be My Valentine?" Apparently every year the newspaper publishes a few of the letters it receives from the locals looking for love... "and this year is no exception it seems," Griselda mumbles while perusing the page.
"... so, apparently these letters will continue until Valentines Day. I wonder who will be in the next edition of the Bellwether," she thought to herself. "I wonder... do I date... I mean dare?"
"There was this Outie who wished for a Mountain of Gold! I mean really, he couldn't have asked for a molehill or a hummock. Then what did the Dragon do - but give it to him. I don’t remember exactly what happened but the Outie received his mountain but it was not as he expected. It was a mountain with the gold laying deep down inside of it. This of course created chaos as all the other Outies also wanted their share of the gold and rushed to the mountain."
"A group of Fae had been watching and didn't like the greed and fighting that broke out between the Outies. How stupid to be fighting over something like gold. Now being annoyed because a new mountain appears in the middle of the Village I understood. Anyhow, these weren't the feelings and experiences the Fae had hoped to share with the Outies. After talking among themselves, they decided to volunteer to become interpreters to the literal minded Dragons. This way, the Fae who better understood the Dragons, hoped they could help the Outies and keep the natural balance of harmony. As interpreters, they could also stop misunderstandings such as this from happening again. It was this conflict that created the Wish Dragon clan. That is where our family comes in son.”
As the Dowager and the Dragon leave the parlor, the Baron closes his eyes, shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "Oh no, I forgot all about Sneefle. Fiddlefaddle will not be overly thrilled when he arrives..."
"With all this loose and chaotic magic floating around from the Outies making wishes left and right, the Dragons granting them, and the fairies trying to keep up with all these new experiences; finally, the Fae decided to request a council with the Dragons. A decision had to be made to restore the natural order of things in the realm. Some of the Fae still wanted to observe the Outies while others decided to migrate to the Shadow's Realm. The Fae that left felt that they could adjust easier to hiding within shadows than to the Outies. In the Shadow's Realm they could continue to live in the Old Ways while not scaring the Outies.”
“So that is why the Shadow's Realm limits who can go there,” the Baron said, drawing a stern look from his mother and Hungry for interrupting her story.
Placing her cup on the saucer and then setting it down on the table, Griselda began. “Now that we are seated and I have had some tea, I will tell you how you are a Dragon my son.” As she starts, Hungry pulls up a cushy pillow and squirms around on it. “Hmmm,” he thinks... “this is more comfortable than my rock.”
“Before I tell you about the Wish Dragons," Griselda continues, "I have to go even further back to when the Realm was young and just starting to be. Everything has a beginning and so too does the Realm of Wymsy. Would it surprise you son, that your ancestors were both of the Fae and Human world?”
“Mother, today nothing would surprise me after finding out that I am also a Dragon,” smiled the Baron. Griselda smiled back at him and continued her story.
“It is like when you live a place that is so beautiful and has so many special things to see and do, you don’t notice them anymore as being anything special,” answered the Dowager. “It was because of this that the Dragons started to travel the surrounding lands to discover new things. A Dragon’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge is legendary. They must have new experiences so their magic can grow and adapt. Without change, their magic starts to grow stagnant and they become idle. When a Dragon is idle too long, it reverts back to the stones from which it came from.”
Startled, Hungry jumped from his seat and looked down as if he could see through the floors of the Mansion to his rock in the cave. “I could be sitting on another Dragon in my cave?”
“It is not quite like that Hungry. No, I don’t think you are sitting on another Dragon. So sit back down so I can continue the story.” Hungry snuggled back into the feather pillow. “Purrr - I really do need to see if I can take this down to the cave later,” he thought.
“It was during a Dragon’s travels, looking for a new adventure, when it discovered humans. Originally, we did not know what to call them, so they became ‘Outies’ since they lived outside of our realm. We did not call this land the Realm of Wymsy then, as both the Fae and the Dragons just knew it to be where they lived. It wasn’t until the Outies came to the realm that it was named, but, I get ahead of myself. Now, where was I?”
“You were starting to tell us about the Dragon who found humans, sorry, Outies,” quickly replied the Baron wanting to hear more.
“Mother, you don’t mean Merlin as in THE Merlin in the King Arthur tales that the humans speak of in the Outer Lands?” exclaimed the Baron. “But, now that I think further on it, the Dragon was symbolic in the tales of Merlin and Arthur. Please, Mother, go on. This is getting more exciting!!! I wish I would have known this before my travels in their lands.”
“The Dragon returned to his land telling the other dragons about what he had found. Soon, many of the Dragons were visiting the Outies. They were returning with new experiences and adventures that they shared with the each other. It was about this time the Fae realized that trouble was beginning to brew. As I said earlier, Dragons are literal. To the point of complete misunderstanding! The Outies could ask for something like ‘food’ and get charcoal. Now, to a Dragon, charcoal is food, so it could not understand why the Outie was not happy with having their wish answered.” Griselda paused to take a small sip of tea as Hungry and the Baron sat quietly, waiting for her to continue the story.
“One day a Dragon brought an entire village of Outies back to it's realm because a mountain that the Dragon had landed on had crumbled and was about to bury the village. The Dragon felt so bad about it that it magically removed the entire village from their land to ours. This village became The Village on the Wall that we live in. Yes that is that same village the dragon brought back.”
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.