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Making the Call...

7/9/2025

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"So, how does a teli-pone get recharged?" thought Rose.  Realizing that she didn't know but her 'sisters' had been surprisingly knowledgeable so far about this pink thing so she decided to ask.  "Well, do either of you know what this means and how do we 'recharge' it?"  Rosie and Roslie looked at each other and and this time Roslie answered for both of them.  
"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.
It took a while, but when the three 'Roses' worked together, they found that their combined auras (as they held hands with the teli-pone placed in the center of their circle) created a glow that slowly recharged the 'badderly'.  Now it was time to start pushing buttons!   
As Rose picked up the teli-pone, the other two stepped back a few paces just in case something went wrong.  "We all can't talk into it," they both thought as they watched Rose pushing numbers.  It took a while and she was getting tired of hearing the strange voice tell her 'You have reached a number no longer available.  Try again' before she heard a different voice.
"Hi Parsley, is that you?  Turn on your kamrah so I can see you in my PEE-C."
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"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.
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"Hi Rose.  Do you have a PEE-C also.  I only thought Parsley, Efem, Griselda, and I had one.  Sorry, this is Granny Flare.  Did you say you were in a white world?  How did you get there?"
"I don't know.  One minute I was thinking how nice it would be to have a couple of extra hands for all of the work that I needed to finish, then all of a sudden I found myself in this strange world with two copies of me," Rose answered.
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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Researching...

5/7/2025

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Passporte' knew  he needed to update his journal as there has been a lot of research and information he needed to jot down - especially regarding the Dragons.
With the Dragons returning that was reason enough to make a new journal entry, but with all the new developments such as the agents from SPICE, this new drink called 'Ambrosia', and the discovery of the World of Whispers, this was juicy gossip indeed!
When first opening his book of course it fell open to his favorite characters, the Brownies, that he has run across in his many travels.

No one could cook cookies like Granny Flare (nor keep a home clean).
Then Passporte' continued to turn the pages of his journal until he reached the section he had created about what he was learning about Dragons.

It was this last entry that he now placed in his book that gave him pause.
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."
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To Give Thanks...

11/27/2024

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Even with the concerns for the future with the Dragons returning, the fall harvest was still gathered and the traditional harvest meal was being prepared.  This is a time for the folk who live in the Realm of Wymsy to come together and share in the bounty that was available to them both from the magics of the realm and what they had spent the seasons cultivating.  
​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.   
Both of them just smiled as they were already well aware that they would have to keep an eye on the Baron and his mother.  Knowing that if they were happy with the event, then so would be the servants.  "Besides, after it is over I might even get a day off to put up my sore feet," thought Fiddlefaddle to himself.  ​
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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.
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"Being a king doesn't seem to give to many benefits," thought Dulbbe as he was busy scrubbing the dirty pots and pans. Then just as soon as he was finished with them, Granny Flare would send someone over to take them so she could start cooking something else.  That someone was usually Queen Ffion who the Troll King had a crush on... "Well, there are a few perks," he told himself as he kept scrubbing with a little smile.  
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. 
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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Spring Cleaning...

3/13/2024

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​For most, Spring cleaning starts when Spring arrives - but not for all.  Brownies approach cleaning a little differently being part of the Old Race.  For one thing, Brownies still have a tough time understanding why anyone would want a hearth heated by electricity instead of a good ol’ fashioned flame.  “Outies – go figure…” Granny Flare usually will mumble when asked about it. 
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)!  ​
​A garden Brownie will even start their planning in the Fall of the previous year just so everything is ready when Spring arrives.  Gardner, the Garden Brownie, sharpened his shovel and hoe and scrubbed his wheelbarrow before putting them up for the winter just to be ready when the sun came out in the Spring.  “No sense waiting until the last minute,” is his motto.  “Besides, the sooner I can feel the freshly thawed dirt between my toes is like getting a kiss from Esmeralda,” he told me as he blushed.  “But don’t tell her I said that.”
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​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!
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​Granny decided to check with Efem first since they seemed to talk to her more than most others.  “I hope she knows where they are since I don’t have that much time before Spring starts,” muttered Granny to herself.  As luck would have it, Efem did know where the Dusty Mytes were now hanging out.  They have moved into the caves where Hungry (oops – Dree) lived.  Since a Dragon seems not be effected by the Dusty Myte forgetful dust, they could be themselves in the caves and if anyone else ventured into their part of the cavern, they would soon forget that they had ever been there.
​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!
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Fall Harvest Special...

11/22/2023

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"We have to cook up something special for the Fall Harvest Festival dinner," Goodiegood told her sisters as they all gathered in their kitchen.  "Since this year's theme is pumpkin, I am sure that Parsley will bring her pumpkin spice muffins and Granny Flare will more than likely have her pumpkin chocolate chip cookies there as a dessert."  
"But what can we whip up that will be different?  We have to show everyone that we still have that special touch and are the best bakers in the realms!"  ​
Goodie2shues and Goodie4U just looked at each other and tried to think up something unique.  "I remember a few years ago when Granny came up with a gluten free pumpkin pie recipe that everyone tried just to see what it tasted like," said Goodie2shues.  "Hardly anyone ate what we brought that year," added Goodie4U remembering all of the leftovers they had from that Harvest Festival.  "We don't want that again," added Goodiegood.
As the three sisters stewed over what special recipe they would pull together, they sat and sipped their pumpkin spice tea.  Suddenly Goodiegood smiled.  The others could just picture her mind churning up something.  "I know what we can create and we won't even have to use the oven!" she snickered.  "No one else would ever think of it..." she continued almost to herself.
When Goodiegood did not finish her thought, the other sisters (at the same time) said, "Well, what is it?"  Goodiegood looked at both of them as if it was the first time she realized they were there with her.  Laughing she told them her idea.  Soon all of them were snickering as the cooking supplies started to fly off of the shelves and onto the mixing table.  
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​"This will be fun and we didn't even have to ask the Magical Cooking Spoon for an idea," Goodie2shues thought as she started her part of the recipe.
The recipe:
  • 1 1/2 cup graham cracker crumbs
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 cup butter
First she melted the butter and mixed it with the sugar and graham cracker crumbs in a large bowl.  Next she pressed the mix across the bottom of a cake pan and then put the pan into a cooler to chill it until it was cold.
As Goodie2shues was making the crust, Goodie4U was starting the filling.  In a large bowl she mixed:
  • 15 ounces of canned pumpkin
  • 1/2 teaspoon of salt
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon of ginger
  • 1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg
After mixing the ingredients, she folded in 1 quart of softened vanilla ice cream.  Next she spooned everything into the chilled crust made by Goodie2shues and they put the treat into a freezer for about 30 minutes.  When this was done, it was Goodiegood who figured out that a double batch of the mixture would fill a 9 inch by 13 inch cake pan.  "If we are going to have enough for everyone, we will need to get some more supplies before the Festival," she told her sisters as they were looking over the finished treat after it had chilled sufficiently.  "I wonder how much ice cream we can get this time of year?"
"No one will think of this," said Goodie2shues as the others nodded their heads in agreement.  "But what do you call it?" she asked Goodiegood who had thought up the recipe.
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"I was thinking about Cornelia when the recipe came to me," she told the others.  "I was thinking that it would be nice to have some of her honey to go with my pumpkin spice tea.  So I am going to call our new make - Bee's Pumpkin Ice Cream."

​After heating up some more tea and trying a slice of their new dessert, it was Goodie4U who reminded the others, "Don't forget to save some for Dree and Drat since they have to stay in the cave for now.  We don't want Dree to sniff it out and come at the wrong time." 
The others nodded their head in agreement as Goodiegood made a note on the shopping list to not forget the two in the cave.
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Delay and Distract...

10/18/2023

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When the villagers realized that the parade was over and Aralt wasn't going to make another appearance, the crowd began to drift back to what they had been doing before the Herald had arrived.  "Guess it's time to get back to work," smiled Snoop, the editor and owner of the local newspaper the Bellwether, as he pulled out his quill and started writing down the events of the day for the evening edition of the paper.  
Not everyone else was smiling though.  Especially not the town council members who had glanced at each other when Aralt had disappeared behind his doors and now started back to the council chambers.  They definitely needed to talk.
Shortly all of them were sitting around the conference table thinking about what to say at the meeting.  Each of the councilors had their chief minion there in case an errand or message needed to be delivered awaiting in the chairs spaced against the wall of the chamber. Even if they were longingly gazing at the buffet table that Granny Flare and Cornelia had setup for everyone to snack on,  they understood the importance of the events of day.
Finally it was the Dowager who started the conversation.  "Well, that went well."
Those four words were all it took to get everyone talking at the same time.  "Who would have thought he would be so short and I don't just mean in stature," snapped one member.  "How can he think I will let him stay on the grounds of my castle," growled Queen Ffion.  "What are we going to do now?" both Awena and Dulbbe silently thought to themselves as they listened to the others talk.
Finally, when the room became quiet again, it was the Baron who spoke.  "Well, yes, I was expecting Aralt to be a little friendlier," shaking his head as he couldn't understand this as he was friendly with everyone he met.  "But the question is what will we do now?  It appears by his actions that he might not be as open to us as we had hoped," continued the Baron.
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Each of the council members sat quietly, thinking about the Baron's question.  Indeed, what do we do now?  It was a quandary.  "There is one thing we probably should do," grumbled Nemmer as he watched the others staring at each other around the table.  "Maybe we need to hide Dree until we know more about this Herald business."
It took a minute, as the others were heavy in thought about the situation, before they realized what Nemmer had just muttered.  "Nemmer is right," smiled the Dowager.  "Dree should be hidden until we know enough about Aralt before they meet.  We don't want the two of them to get off on the wrong foot.  But I also don't think they should meet until we find out what the Herald's plans are first."
After a short discussion, the rest of the council agreed with the Dowager, but who to send?  For they needed to distract Dree and to keep him away until the council had their chance to find out Aralt's plan and that wouldn't be easy. 
"I could send Meen," volunteered Queen Ffion as Meen jumped from her chair when she heard her name.
"No disrespect to you or your minion, Queen Ffion," answered Awena, " But we need someone who might be able to distract Dree as to the arrival of the Herald but not spill the beans about him.  Meen would get so caught up playing and probably tell Dree everything since she is a twiddletop when it comes to keeping secrets."  The conversation continued for some time, going back and forth on who would be best to inform the Dragon, but it wasn't until Dulbbe, the Troll King, made his offer before they selected the messenger.
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"Tell me again why you think I should be the one to distract the Dragon?  Am I supposed to let him eat me? For that won't take long and then you will be right back to the same problem," Drat said.
"Quit being so dramatic.  You have meet him before and he knows you work for me... and bes​ides, of all of the others here that can be sent on this errand - we both know you are the best choice," answered the Troll King as he looked directly into his minions eyes.
Realizing that his boss was both correct and actually giving him a compliment, Drat blushed slightly and bowed his head.  "As you command Sire," he replied as he departed on his errand.
"Well, it got me out of what looked like a long and boring meeting," thought Drat as he darted down the street to the caves under the Baron's mansion all the time working up a plan to keep the Dragon busy without letting him know he was being hidden away again for now.  "I wonder if I can get him into a game of Tic Tac Toe?  That could take a while if he doesn't know that secret.  But I will definitely need to let him know that it doesn't require body parts or eating."
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He has arrived...

10/4/2023

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"He's Coming!  He's Coming!" shouted Meen, the little Pkysee, as she hopped in front of the Village's Council members who were meeting in the Village Council Chamber.  "He is coming up the road and should be arriving soon Queen Ffion," Meen said as she stuck her head back out the door to keep watching as she had been told to do.  Of course this announcement started all the members talking all at once and staring at each other.
"What are we to do now?"  replied one member followed by "What do you think he will look like?" from another council member.
In the middle of all this chaotic noise, Fiddlefaddle leaned over towards the Baron.  Being the Baron's all around handy man and procurator of travel arrangements he quietly asked, "Do you know where he will be staying since we don't have what the Outies call a hotel here in our small village?"
With that small question, the noise stopped instantly in the council chamber that one could have heard a pin drop if one was listening for that pin.  Finally, Nemmer was the one who broke the silence.   "There is a room over at the Rusty Nail Pub.  I was just there this past week with my fellow archers and I am sure I heard the owner mention he had a spare room available."  Which of course set up another flow of highly opinionated views on that suggestion.  
"Well there is the Blue Bird Breakfast & Bed place outside of the Village,"​  suggested Effem.  "It's not too far to walk and I hear the rooms are fairly clean."  Granny Flare, upon hearing the comment about how clean the place was just smirked and shook her head.
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"No, I don't think that is a good idea," replied Awena.  "I walked by there on my way to the council meeting and heard that the little old lady that owns the place just picked up a set of Peerrots (in the Outie world would be known as parrots)  that squeal 'Rise & Shine and Git Out' every morning now.  I don't think we want our guest to think we don't want him here," continued Awena.​
At that moment a golden coach pulled up in front of the Village Council's building. All the members stood in anticipation for the Herald to exit the coach.  As he did he simple stepped down, gave everyone a cold look, paid the coach driver, and then turned towards the center of the Village as if looking for something.  He then proceeded to walk off and left without a word of acknowledgement or greeting as the coach departed in the opposite direction.
So, just like the Pied Piper in tales of old, the Herald continued walking down the center of the small village neither looking left nor right with the Council members (now with a few curious villagers who were wondering where the parade was going and what was it for) all following behind him.  Little did they know that Aralt was focusing on the ley lines of the area.  He could feel them and though it had been many many years since being here, especially without the Dragons to feed them, the lines were still here, though very faint.
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It was taking all of his concentration and with the slight glow appearing in his locket, he soon could feel the pull where the ley lines crossed and where he needed to go from there.  For he now knew where he was and the location of the place he was looking for.  As he continued walking, soon it became evident to those following as to where he was going. Walking behind him Queen Ffion indignantly muttered, "Well I never!"  
​"If he thinks he is staying at my castle without an invitation or greeting, I don't think so!" Ffion growled to herself as the crowd all turned towards the Shadows' Queen castle.
They all continued walking down the road like a gaggle of geese following the Herald's lead as he walked into the courtyard of the Shadows' Queen's castle and proceeded to the back upper garden where several of those following soon realized it was the same garden where the young Wish Dragon had transformed into a Moon Dragon.  Aralt then went past the waterfalls (that covered the entrance to the secret cave that held the Dragon tablet recently taken by a Borrower) towards a wall covered with bramble vines that grow only in a darker corner of the garden.  With his arms raised and the stone in the locket glowing that he always carried with him, Aralt spoke.  " Rise to the left.  Shift to the right.  Reveal these doors to my Sight."
Magically the brambles began to pull to the left with some shifting to the right, soon a massive stone door appeared that slowly opened for him.  Apparently, by everyone's stunned reaction, Aralt realized that most of these simple people didn't know about the Dragons' Cave below.  He finally decided to address the crowd of followers and turned to face them.  "Excuse me.  This is where I'll be staying.  It has been a long day.  I will meet with you tomorrow," and with that walked through the now open doorway with them shutting behind him.  All the villagers stood there stunned with their mouths hanging open, wondering just what had happen.
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Gathering the Facts...

9/27/2023

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With the information that Ffion and Dulbbe had received, everyone realized that it was time to meet and discuss what was to be done.  It was quickly decided to hold the meeting at the Shadows' Realm castle since both Ffion and Dulbbe were already there and it might be helpful for everyone to have the Dragon orb available if any more questions might come up.  Soon the council was all there to include the one whom any decision that came out of this meeting would most affect - Dree, the new Moon Dragon.
Griselda then spoke up saying "We have learned something about our past.  We now are aware who Aralt is and I have told you of my experience with the magical scroll and of the forming of the Wish Dragon clan by Aralt.  It wasn't the family nurturing clan I grew up in that's for sure.  Who knew that the clan originally was created to control the Dragons more than to work with them," the Dowager said shaking her head slightly side to side as she remembered her vision of that council meeting. 
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Tattoo of the Wish Clan worn by clan members
"We have also heard from King Dulbbe and Queen Ffion about the potential dangers of a ruling Wish Dragon according to the past stories of the She-Dragon," finished Griselda.  ​
Everyone looked at each other, waiting to see if someone would start the conversation they all knew had to happen.  It was Awena who began.  "We need to create a plan to minimize the chaos of the arrival of the Herald and the Dragon's return.  I have searched the records of the Sleeping Sisters and have found nothing that will aid us in this problem.  The only ancient text or prophesy that was discovered is extremely vague.  The most we can confirm is that all realms are in danger if the Dragon's are no more and the game is lost.  We have not found out what is meant by 'this game of power' nor what would make all of the Dragons disappear," she said and sat down on one of the many chairs in the audience chamber.  
"You have all heard what we have found out about the returning Dragons.  Do you  have any further questions of the Dragon orb?" Griselda asked the others.  "If not - then now is the time we must decide what we can do.  The one major question we cannot answer is does Aralt know we now have a Moon Dragon here in the Realms?"  What do you think of this Dree?" finished Griselda as all turned to look at the young Moon Dragon.
Dree was totally caught off guard.  He had been listening to everyone's discoveries and was picturing in his mind what the other Dragons would look like and how they would act, but he had not been following the Dowager's final comments.  So with a startled look  he realized everyone was staring at him and waiting for his comments.
After a few gulps, he finally started to speak.  "Excuse me for not paying attention at everything that has been said here, but I have been listening and thinking.  I understand both from your discoveries of the Orb and from the reading I have been doing from some books that Granny Flare gave to me what it meant to be a Wish Dragon.  I am just now getting my wings under me in trying to find out what a Moon Dragon may be.  I am hoping this Herald can help me discover what it is that I am supposed to do," he said.  Taking a slow breath Dree continued, "But, I also know that he is a stranger to me while all of you are my family.  I may be a Dragon, and formerly of the Wish Dragon Clan, but you have all raised me and have helped me become what I am now so you are my clan too.  I do not know if there is anything I can do to prepare for the coming of my kin, but I do feel that I should learn all that I can to be prepared for their arrival," Dree told the others.
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"Dree, you are part of our family too," answered Efem as she walked over to him and squeezed his hand.  "After talking to the trees in the Sacred Grove, I now have gotten to the root of what they were trying to tell me.  It is this, you can prepare all you want, but when the game of power starts, all you can do is play along and hope you know the rules.  We will help you all that we can, but in the end, it will be your decision as to what will happen.  I am sorry to have to put all of that burden upon you, but I believe that you are up to the task and we will all support you."
Everyone in the room stood and bowed to the young Moon Dragon to show him their support.  It was almost too much for the Dragon, but he finally did look back at them all and said a simple "Thank you."
It was then that the Goodie Sisters and Parsley entered the chamber and announced that the meal they had been preparing was ready... was anyone hungry?  Dree started laughing and said "No, I'm Dree now - but I am still Hungry!"
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It is Hot out there...

7/26/2023

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The Realm of Wymsy is in the middle of a heat wave.  With the Dragons returning, things have been heating up.  Everyone knew that with their return everything was going to be one really hot sticky mess and the Villagers are trying to get through it the best way that they can.  Which made me, Augustus (AKA Snoop, the editor of the local newspaper, the Bellwether) realize that there was a story here.
As I went out of my office to see how the villagers were dealing with this unusual heat wave, I spied Gardner, the garden Brownie.  He of course was sitting in the shade of a tree taking a nap in his wheelbarrow.  What was his secret?  He popped open one eye when I noticed that he seemed to be very comfortable.  "It's getting the dirt wet first in the barrow before laying on it," Gardner replied to my question.  "I get dirty in my job either way, but this way I stay cool," he continued with a wink.
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Knowing that this method would definitely not work with Granny Flare who is always clean and tidy, I decided to see how she was handling the weather.  Dropping over to her cottage she invited me in.  "Whoooo!  This is like a blast furnace in here!" I shockingly shouted to Granny.  She had every oven in her small home on and was cooking up a storm.  "Why in this heat Granny Flare?" I asked and she just looked at me funny.  "I really hadn't noticed," she replied.  "I am busy preparing cookies for the local bake sale to raise money for a local charity."
​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.
By this time I decided to head back to the village when I was surprised to see Hir'aeth, the Gooblin King, out of his cave.  He had apparently been visiting someone at the village from the direction he was coming.  At first I was going to ask him how he was keeping cool, especially since Gooblin's are sensitive to the sun then I discovered his secret myself.  He had his mechanical bird, Rave, flying over him with a bucket of water with small holes in the bottom.  He was getting a small gentle rain falling on him to stay cool just like a summer shower.  
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"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.
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VMP Arrivals...

5/16/2023

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As Snoop quietly snuck across the street and into the alley beside the council chamber, he could now see clearer through the window. There she was, Granny Flare, and she was doing the cleaning. 
At first he thought she was sweeping with her broom, but realized that she was actually holding a Dusty Myte and pointing it towards the floor as it was sucking in the dust. ​
It was that new style of cleaning she had shown to some of the other house Brownies at her last convention that he had written about.  She called it 'vak-u-ming' (whatever that was).  "It will never replace the broom," Snoop thought as he continued watching her clean.  "There must be a meeting going to happen today," he realized when he also saw the brewing tea pot and cookies.  "There sure are a lot of cookies and cups, so it must be for a full council meeting.  Maybe even some VMPs (Very Magical Persons) " Snoop muttered to himself.
Since he knew all of the best hiding places to observe the towns people, he soon was sitting comfortably in an old chair outside of the Hicaberry Tea Shop.  Here he could sit at one of the best places for a cup of  tea and could watch the council chamber too as he hid in the shadows of the eaves.  Snoop had long ago set aside a small expense budget for just this purpose because the Tea Shop made him buy something when he just sat on their porch and watched things happening.  
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​"At least the tea is better than what I brew at the Bellwether," Snoop thought while he slowly sipped a little.  "I might have to make this cup last a long time since it doesn't appear that anyone has arrived yet but Granny Flare."
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It was then that he noticed the troll.  It was Dulbbe, the new King of the Trolls, and standing besides him was Drat.  "Where did they come from," he wondered.  "They had not been there a minute ago."  Listening closely as he leaned over slightly (another reason he had picked this spot), he could just barely hear Dulbbe talking to Drat.
"You were right," Dulbbe said to Drat.  "It was uncomfortable besides being dirty too.  I don't want to have to use that route again unless we absolutely have too.  I mean, I can usually see well in the dark, but not in that pitch black hole you took me through.  I don't know how you did it because I could not see my hand in front of my face!  And don't tell me what was making that sound when were were walking around down there... I don't even what to know who or what it was," Dulbbe finished with a shudder as he brushed his clothes with his hands.
"Sorry Sire, but you did say you wanted to get here fast," Drat answered (but not before Snoop noticed that the rat had answered with a small smile on his lips).  Still smiling, Drat stepped aside and motioned for his King to enter the council chamber first as he followed.
"Interesting," thought Snoop.  "I wonder who else will appear."  Just as he said that, the coach with Queen Ffion pulled up being pulled by no less than four Nytemares.  "She must have been in a hurry," he decided.  "This must be important!"  
As Snoop continued to sip on his tea, he was able to observe several more arrivals for the meeting.  There was Hewy, Hir'aeth the Gooblin King, the Goodie sisters, Awena from the Sleeping Sisters, the Baron and his mother the Dowager, and even Dewin the Wizard.  All VMPs indeed!  It was the last guest that appeared the made Snoop realize that he had to get into the meeting somehow.  It was that young Wish Dragon who had transformed into a Moon Dragon, Drai'ochtluan.  "I am glad that he likes to go by 'Dree' for short," Snoop sighed to himself.  "I would have to look up the spelling every time I want to write it down."
As Snoop was trying to figure out some means of getting into the council chamber, he did not notice that a Pyksee had been sneaking up behind him until she pulled on his sleeve, making him jump several inches into the air.  It was Meen, the new Queen's minion.  "Don't do that," he told her.  "You made me jump."
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Not realizing that Snoop meant it as a bad thing because she liked to jump everywhere, she shrugged his comment off and pulled on his sleeve again.  When she thought she had his full attention, she delivered the message she was sent out with.  "The Council asks if you would join them in the council chamber.  They said they did not want to start without you."
Snoop was flabbergasted... how did they know that is exactly where he wanted to be?
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