"I told you that we should have left him alone this time," one Wysp told the others. "Now he is really mad!" Really mad was an understatement, Aralt was furious! His corolla was missing and after seeing so many Wysps around he finally figured out who had taken it. "Today is not the day for this to happen," growled Aralt as he wanted to have his magical crown when he and Siate' met the young Dragon named Dree. "My Emerald Dragon Stone will let me hear the mind-speaking of the Dragons, but without the corolla, I won't be able to nudge them to my desires." This is how Drat found him. "This will be easier than I thought," Drat realized as he watched both Aralt and the Wysps. Slowly stalking behind the arguing group of Wysps, Drat whispered from behind them that maybe they should head for the free food at the SPICE cave nearby where Allspice and Nutmegg were preparing food and drink for the meeting.
Aralt didn't hesitate to chase the Wysp holding his crown out of the cave and ended up following them towards the SPICE kitchen. Smiling, Drat waited a minute before slowly following them all so he could be there to watch the excitement when Dree and the others arrived. As the Wysps were being chased by Aralt, Nutmegg was setting up a small tent and some tables for the food that Allspice was bringing out from the kitchen in their cave. "They should be getting here soon," thought Nutmegg as he finished with the tables. As Nutmegg finished, Allspice stepped out of the cave with a box of food and said, "They should be here soon." Nutmegg just smiled at his boss and shook his head in amusement.
Soon it looked like it was going to be the biggest picnic that the Realm of Wymsy had ever seen. Just about everyone was there! Everyone but the Dragons... As the Wysps, being followed by Aralt, appeared so did a very smug looking Drat. It was then that the Dragon Queen, Siate', decided to make her grand entrance out of her cave too. As she left her cave, other Dragons started to appear behind her. Aralt decided that he needed to be there and vowed to get even with those irritating Wysps later as he went to stand by Siate's side as the Dragon Herald. As more and more Dragons appeared from the other caves in the area, the Wysmy townspeople grew quiet and stared. They had no idea that there were that many Dragons who had returned to the Realm. Soon many of the Wysps started to ignore the free food and began mumbling to each other as they pointed at each new Dragon as it appeared. It did not take long for Siate' to be standing at the head of the Dragons as if she was the queen of them all. In her mind she was their Queen as soon as she could take care of this young Dragon Dree. Hopefully today would be that day so the others would not challenge her authority over them since Dragons did not believe in royalty or governments for themselves. Dragons were pragmatic though as they did respect power and intelligence. Just as Siate's was becoming irritated, Aralt stepped up to her side. "Where is this young Dragon?" she asked him. Aralt looking around quickly and replied "He is not here". She had thought that Dree had already arrived when she had made herself known and now here she was waiting for him to appear. "I will make him pay for this," grumbled Siate' as she tapped her long talons on a rock while she waited for Dree to arrive. All of a sudden, a portal appeared in the middle of crowd and as everyone was moving away from it, out stepped Granny Flare, Meerher, Ellie, and Dree. Almost as fast as the portal appeared, it was gone. As Granny and the Luminary Council members headed towards where the Baron and Dowager stood, Dree turned and to face Siate' and her wrath.
"Why, I was of the Wish Dragon clan as I told you before," answered Dree as he knew that would irritate her even more. "I know that," she almost screamed. "What clan are you with now?" "Well," answered Dree, "I just recently found out there is one more member so I guess you could say it is a clan I suppose..." he paused watching Siate' getting madder at how he was making her look foolish, Dree continued. "I am of the Moon Dragon clan." Of all of the responses he could have said, this one made the entire Dragon community lift their heads and look at him now in a different way. Before they all saw a young Dragon being impertinent to an elder, now they saw only something that many of them had heard about in legends and a legend for a Dragon was a very, very, very long time ago. Now was the time for Dree to remove the threat of Siate' and Aralt. "Dragons! Townsfolk of Wymsy! Hear me! I am Drai’ochtluan but most of you know me as Dree. I am of the Moon Dragon clan and am here to show you the powers of my clan. Recently a new Realm has appeared in the cosmos. It is causing a disturbance in the balance and must be corrected before great and terrible events occur. There are many from various realms trapped there without a way home. This must be corrected and with this being the thinnest time of the year of the great veil that separates the realms, it must be done now." This is where Siate' realized she could establish her power and quickly interrupted Dree. "I have the power to make a portal to bring them over," she said making sure she spoke loud enough for all to hear. This was the moment that Dree had been waiting for! "As you cannot keep the portal open for very long, I thank you for your offer of assistance," spoke Dree, "but I intend to anchor this new realm called the World of Whispers to this realm so it can be now a part of the Realm of Wymsy." Dree's announcement caught Siate' off guard. "No Dragon can do that," she growled. Dree just smiled and thumbed the Brownie portal stone that he had been holding and started to open a portal.
As the portal opened, those surrounding Dree could see the others trapped in the other realm. Soon a metal chain appeared to be floating and coming out of the portal and attached itself to a nearby boulder. When the connection was secure, slowly those trapped on the other side started coming through the portal. Quickly the Baron and Dowager greeted them and started to move them away from the opening. As more and more appeared from the portal, Dree turned to Siate' and said, "thank you for your offer to help, but the portal will now stay open on it's own and the other realm is now permanently attached to this one. The balance has been restored." As Siate' started to open her mouth to say something, she realized that she had been beat and quickly closed it. This young Dragon had beaten her and now she needed to figure out how best to salvage the situation. Siate' had always been a Dragon of opportunity and now she was trying to create a new one... but what would it be?
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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."
What was special about this year's celebration was that the Baron and his mother, the dowager Griselda, were hosting the Harvest Event at the Baron's Mansion. As the Baron was discussing the seating arrangements with Snoop since both were nobility in their own ways, the dowager was directing their servants Fiddlefaddle and Sneefle in their duties. "Now don't forget, today you will be serving our guests more than you will be catering to my son's or my needs," she reminded them over and over again.
Meanwhile, Granny Flare was busy in the kitchens in the back of the mansion making sure that everything would be ready for the feast. As she checked each item as it was prepared, Gardner was bringing in the fresh vegetables and fruit that he had grown specially for just this occasion. "Here is the last of it," he told Granny as he set the heavy crate down on the kitchen floor. "Is there anything else you need brought in?" he asked as he stood besides a large boiling pot and enjoying the wonderous aroma that it was making. Granny just smiled as she gave him a couple of the hot pumpkin spice cookies that had just come out of an oven and shooed him outside as she told him to come back in a couple of hours. "By then I will know if I need anything else," she told him.
In the grand ballroom Efem, Cornelia, Parsley, and Nemmer were busy cleaning and setting up the decorations. The dusty mytes were being extra careful (and under the watchful eye of Nemmer) to only suck in the dust as they cleaned instead of blowing any out. "All we need is for them to make everyone forget today," Nemmer thought as he kept one eye on them while he was helping with the decorations. And finally, there were many more helping outside in preparing for the arrival of those who were invited. Since everyone in the Realm was on the guest list except for the Wysps (who would show up invited or not if whoever held the leadership stick felt like it), that meant that a lot of chairs, tables, and tenting was needing to be setup. Dewin, the wizard, was using his magic to have the folding chairs unfold and stand up where he directed while Scarlet was watching over the Nytemares as they dragged in the tables and large tents. So, as all of those who live in the Realm of Wymsy prepare for this thanksgiving feast, we at MisPlace Dolls would like to thank all of you on this Thanksgiving Holiday as we come together to celebrate.  Happy Thanksgiving!
For another, it’s all in the preparation. A House Brownie will start planning and preparing for Spring cleaning usually about a month before Spring starts (and sometimes sooner)!
Now this year, Granny Flare had been planning all winter and had finally decided that she needed to branch out and help others who were not so fortunate to have a House Brownie available for the Spring cleaning. The problem was figuring out where her perspective helpers were located now that they did not need to hide from Nemmer. “It’s a good thing that Nemmer quit bopping the Dusty Mytes,” thought Granny as she decided to go out and look for them. “It’s also good that the Dusty Mytes have gained some control over their forgetful dust. It just won’t do having them blow their dust around and everyone forgetting everything. It could set back cleaning for generations!” Granny shuddered just to think of it!
Soon Granny was in the caves and found where the Dusty Mytes had made their homes. It was neat and tidy. “Those noses do a good job of vak-u-ming up all of the dirt,” she thought as she nodded her head in approval. It did not take Granny long, but soon she and the Dusty Mytes came to an agreement and a business plan quickly worked out. Granny would find the cottages that needed cleaning, make all of the arrangements, and have the inhabitants go for a Spring outing, the Dusty Mytes then would come in and vak-u-m the homes. It did not take long for the word to get out which meant Granny needed a plan sooner than later to keep everyone busy while her "crews" were cleaning. With that the Spring Fair idea was born. Now, on the first day of Spring, everyone not in the cleaning crews were at the Spring Fair hosted by Efem, while Granny Flare and other House Brownies (with the Dusty Mytes help of course) are busy swishing, sweeping, and cleaning the old dusty winter gloom away. HAPPY SPRING!
I am not called Snoop for nothing as I realized this could be another story for the newspaper. Granny then started to tell me about a frog family that has lost it's lily pad. She was trying to help them move into a tree stump by the river by raising funds to make sure their new home would be safe and secure. "Especially by flooding," she told me as I was leaving. But I couldn't leave until I knew her secret in staying cool in this heat as she certainly looked tidy. She too winked at me and said "My secret? I spray it on first thing in the morning and it keeps me cool and comfortable." Not wanting to get more details in her grooming technique, I left it at that for if I stayed another five minutes by her ovens I might be the next heat victim Thinking of what Granny had told me about this poor frog family, I decided to check out the river. Would anyone be down at the local swimming hole trying to keep cool? When I got there, it was empty. Not a person in site, but when I put my foot into the water I understood why. Even that was hot! Out of the corner of my eye I did see Meen, the Pyksee, bouncing from toadstool to toadstool in a nearby meadow but she disappeared before I could talk to her about how she was staying cool.
"We should all have something like that!" I realized. "Instead of sitting in a tub of water, we could have cold water poured into a bucket with a bunch of holes in the bottom and have it drip down. I'll call it a 'shower'. This is brilliant!" Snoop then rushed off to Ironmonger's Hammer and Spike shop to pick up his bucket list of supplies to build his own 'shower' to keep cool.
"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?"
"They always want to talk about worms, algae, and school. Never seen anybody who loves school as much as the fish do,” thought Acorn. As he entered the caves, he was still thinking about the fish and how he didn’t really want to visit with them if he did not find anything here. Thus distracted, he did not notice the movement from inside of the cave, but a sound did reach his ears. It was a scrapping type of noise, like claws scratching on stone. As he approached the spot where he thought he heard the noise someone stepped out of the darkness behind him and cleared their throat. “Ahem… and what can I do for you?” Acorn, quickly recovering from discovering that someone was able to sneak up on him (that was his special skill he thought) flew up into the air several feet and turned to see who spoke. “And you are?” he asked. “I am the Baroness Dragonia, and you are…?” she said, placing a pause at the end of her question as if she was waiting for him to finish it. Regaining his impish demeanor, Acorn replied, “a Fae with questions”. There, that should confuse her. “And, why would a baroness be in a dark cave on such a beautiful day? What is here that would take you away from your mansion?”
Walking deeper into the cave, they finally came to a small opening leading into another chamber. A light inside would brighten and then dim, brighten and dim, a steady repetition. Dragonia stopped outside of the opening and looked at Acorn one more time before stepping inside of the smaller cave. “Acorn, I need your help as this is more than I can handle on my own. I discovered it by accident and now it seems to be coming alive.” As Acorn entered the opening he could see deeper into the chamber and saw nestled in a pile of stones a Dragon’s egg! And it was hatching!
Acorn had nothing to say. His tongue was frozen in place and his heart nearly stopped. “It is a… a… dragon ‘s egg” he finally was able to stammer. The ‘itch’ was burning furiously between his wings – he had found the reason and was now not sure if he had made a mistake in finding it. Art from the Soul - 2017 I do like doing the Art from the Soul competition. It gives me the opportunity to look back in time and remind me why I do the art that I do. The requirement for the competition is to complete a piece of art that reflects an emotion. Gardner, my garden Brownie, has a toothy smile that hopefully makes one just smile when looking at him. Creating his toothy smile took me outside of my comfort zone. This is what art will do for me, take me to some unknown space to explore and discover… all within the safety of my own home and personal space.
At this time there seems to be a battle of darkness around me. So many people’s fears, anger, and hate which affect my perspective of my art and what I chose to reveal about myself. But art also allows me to change my destiny and my perspective. Just by putting my toothy laugh in my art, I have the choice of how I choose to present my inner-self to the Darkness. This little gardener, small as he is, awakened a piece of my soul, allowing it to come to life like a seed reaching for the sunlight. He took me down a garden path I haven’t seen before. He helped me create a haven where I could escape the Darkness of Reality for just a few minutes. Art captured that nurturing energy of Love and Peace which grows in my garden transforming it into my garden Brownie. Art feeds my Soul with seeds of inspiration and lets the sound of laughter beam down like rays of sunshine. Now I am ready for winter to be over and spring to arrive...  I finally captured Gardner long enough to get him to work with me on some clothing ideas. Selecting colors is so hard for me, almost as hard as sculpting in the first place. Colors reflect the mood and personality of the character. The colors also assist in capturing the eye of the observer who is looking at the character. Contrast is important to any piece of Artwork. The contrast of light to shadows and from the colors of yellow to blue all add to a successful piece. That is why picking the right shades of colors can be difficult.
I am trying to help Gardner get his act together but he is on his own where True Love is concerned. Inconceivable... (for all of you Princess Bride fans)!!! Enjoy your Valentine's Day.
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