When Efem saw her sister entering the grove, she called to her. “Corny, I still think we need to talk to those gnomes about their conduct at the last DRAYD meeting. They really have to get over the bird bath issue and wanting to put shower curtains on all of them. The birds have been twittering in the trees in my grove complaining ever since.” “Effie, we need to talk about something more important than birdbaths. I got a Petal Post and you need to read it,” Cornelia told her. “Something is coming this way and we need to intercept it before anyone else does or our whole world will change. And according to the Sleeping Sisters, not necessary for the good,” she finished as she handed the message to Efem. After reading the Post, Efem just sat for a minute, stunned. “What are we going to do, Corny?” “I have a plan, but you won’t like it. We are going to need Parsley to help us,” said Cornelia stepping back and wincing as she saw the look that came across Efem’s face. Efem looked at Cornelia as if to say ‘No... not her’ then sighed as she realized that Cornelia could be right. Cornelia continued, “We will also need Nemmer’s help. Here is what I have in mind...”
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“You do know The CAT is my cat," Efem purred teasingly at her sister.
There had to be a special place in the Dark Troll Grotto for sisters who knew just enough on how to be annoying – but as she was family, she just had to keep her... Cornelia lovingly sighed. Oh... and she loved her younger sister but younger sisters can be such saplings. If Cornelia hadn't been there when Efem had been born, she would have sworn that the Tree Nymphs had switched her with a Changeling. As if being called ‘Corny’ wasn't bad enough, Efem also had to needle her about her cooking - some things are too much!
Hearing this Efem lit up and replied, "Yes, I am taking My cat with me." Smiling to herself because Nemmer did not even realize that he helped save her and 'win' this round. She knew that both Cornelia and her loved these little sisters' discussions for no one knew her better than her sister and that their love for each other ran very root deep.
“Oh shush. You haven’t even seen him yet. Everything you know about him came from the birds. You know how they like to twitter on," she tells The CAT.
Soon The CAT is back and starts to rub himself against her leg, letting her know she can pick him up again. “How come sometimes you light up and start to glow? Is it something that is cat-chy?” The CAT snickers.
Efem grew catnip (only the premium kind), ferns to play hide and seek in, and a tree stump with just the right shape for a comfortable cat-bed. He did like looking down on his domain from his bed. Efem touched the stump and magically his favorite cat pillow appeared along with a special crème ala cream bowl of milk. “She is the best pet I ever had,” thought The CAT as he started eating. Soon he was full and contented. Now this CAT was ornery, stubborn, mischievous, and sometime wickedly playful, but his worst vice was that he liked to listen to gossip. The birds were the best gossipers in the realm and he spent hours sitting in trees listening to the Twitter Line (while also waiting for a meal to get too close). Today’s gossip was too good to hold in though and he decided he had to tell someone. Noticing Efem looking at the young saplings in the grove, he sauntered up to her legs and started rubbing himself against her. Using mind-talk he told her “Hungry soon.” Before Efem realized it was The CAT talking, she answered “I already fed you.” When she realized it was The CAT, she gasped. Never had The CAT spoke to her. “I’m not talking about being hungry. Hungry the Wish Dragon will be here soon. You can pick me up and pet me now if you would like and I will tell you the gossip about him,” The CAT replied.
Not taking his eyes off of the Dusty Mytes, he slowly picked his way over. As he came nearer, the Dusty Mytes slowly rolled closer to Efem, making a trail for him. “What are you doing with these dangerous creatures?”
He was madder now than he was when he realized his mask was gone. For now he knew that it was the Dusty Myte’s who took it. Before he could reach out and start grabbing Dusty Mytes, Efem spoke in her mother’s voice. "Now Nemmer stop that and behave!" When she used that voice it could stop any disobedient child in mid-step to listen up and behave - Nemmer froze.
After a long pause and in a tiny little voice, Nemmer muttered that he was sorry. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear what you said,” Efem glared at him. “I am sorry for attacking the Dusty Mytes and I won’t do it again if they leave me alone,” he repeated. Efem concentrated for a second to hear the Dusty Mytes answer. “They tell me they will honor the peace between you and them if you quit picking them up and bopping them on the head. Now that you have your mask back, tell me why you were coming here in the first place.” “I don’t remember,” Nemmer started to tell her... then a smile spread across his face. “Just kidding. Your sister sent me here and I wish I could forget why. Have you seen The Cat?"
Efem, had a special gift of being able to communicate with them because of her dryad root connect to the earth. She could talk to all of plants and animals, not through words exactly, more like pictures and feelings.
As she was trying to figure how to image a question back to the Dusty Mytes about what had happened, another Dusty Myte appeared with Nemmer’s mask. “Oh Nemmer, what has happened? Where are you?”… Where did that blasted mask go?” Nemmer muttered not for the last time as he continued his journey through the woods to Efem’s place. “When I get to Efem’s grove, maybe she can get the trees to help me find my mask,” he thought. “I normally don’t just lose things, so it still makes me wonder how I lost my mask. I’m sure those blasted Dusty Mytes had something to do with it.”
Wow! What I thought would be an easy task soon turned into a volume of information to sort through. So I decided I would start my own book as I collect information. This is what I started with - (more notes I need to add to the book) ...There were even several distinct groups of nymphs as well, that were based on where they lived and what they protected. I knew that Efem liked the association with trees, so I looked further into the hamadryads and dryads. Hamadryads are one with their tree and cannot be separated without withering and dying away. This was not Efem as I felt she could travel anywhere she wanted to go. The dryads, on the other hand, were free to move about in a forest or any place trees lived. This sounded more like Efem as she really doesn't like being rooted to one spot. So what type of tree familiar or spirit is she is connected to? She did not seem to have the characteristics of the Pine, as she is not quick tempered and needling, nor was she as bendable in her nature as the Willow, flowing from happy to sad with the sun and the rain. She was not like an old Oak, slow to move but very knowledgeable, nor motherly like the Maple.
It is an interesting and serious process acquiring a name. It may reflect a well known hero, a family member to be honored, or it can be related to an emotion - such as Joy, Love, or Desiree for example. A name is a very personal element. Not everyone is thrilled with being called 'hey-you'. My process of naming is intuitive. The more my characters tell me about themselves the more their name is revealed. Often their names will come in a dream and I don't need to dig any deeper. Not so with my newest character. At the time when I began her, she was going to be a part of a sister energy. I recently walked the path of loosing my sister to cancer. Part of my healing is to use my art to reveal and play with that powerful and loving relationship between sisters. After all, sisters are a breed unto themselves (just ask my brother).
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