"We need to find that cottage and I feel that it must be sooner than later," Hazelwyn thought to herself as she glanced towards the others. "How do I get Arnie to understand that?" As Hazelwyn pondered, a thought occurred to her from something Dree, the Monacle Dragon, had told her in private. "Arnie needs your support, but mostly needs to have someone to remind her that she is worthy. She has been looked down on all of her life as a Borrower but now she needs to become the Finder that she can be." "That's it!" she said a little louder than she intended as she realized the others looked at her and asked what's 'it'? Blushing slightly she turned towards Arnie and asked, "Are we going in the right direction?" The question threw Arnie, the Finder, off guard and she quickly responded "How would I know?"
The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Lesley and Shawn Duthie.
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"Where do I start," she mumbled quietly to herself so Hazelwyn and Roslie would not hear. "Wow! Look at that tree," Roslie said to the others as she pointed at it. Hazelwyn did not say anything as she took in the site of the magnificence tree. Arnie hardly looked as her mind was still elsewhere as she scanned the based of the tree looking for any signs of the Monacle. There he was - reading a scroll and talking to Ellie, the Moonie.
Arnie could not help herself from snickering and with a shake of her head from side-to-side thought, "Some things never change". Even Ellie smiled as she was the one who had just told the joke to Dree, the Monacle, after being told it from Drat (The Troll's King's minion) earlier in the day. After the finishing the joke (which brought out a few groans as usual - it was more a bad pun than a humorous joke), Dree looked again at Arnie and spoke. "Arnie, so you are now a Finder. Have no doubts. I can tell you this that the crystal did well in selecting you." With the surprised look on Arnie's face, the Monacle started to laugh. "No, I am not watching you all of the time," Dree chuckled. "Awena already sent a message ahead of your arrival to let me know of your coming and what you will need." As Arnie started to say something, Dree again spoke first. "Hey, I've got to look like I know all and see all... If you only could have seen the look on your face." Again the Dragon started to laugh and soon so were all of the others because a Dragon's laugh is so funny to watch, you just can't help but laugh with one.
The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Lesley and Shawn Duthie.
"Its not like we are hiding anything. But I think if we tell them now what happened, they will want to go back to the Village on the Wall's library and see if we can repeat it again. I feel time is of the essence and we can't afford to waste any time in finding the Dreamweaver's hut." Roslie nodding her head in agreement thought about it for a second before turning her head and seeing Awena lifting off of the floor and floating to a different shelf than before. She quickly drifted back down and this time held a wooden chest in her hands.
Everyone turned to look at Arnie who looked confused and surprised both at the same time. "You must be mistaken. I am a Finder now, but my past of being a Borrower will count against me," she told the others as she shook her head. "No, I can't be a 'true seeker'." "Touch the stone and we will know," Awena told Arnie. Hesitant, Arnie reached out a hand and touched the stone. Instantly an image appeared in the stone of the Dream Weaver cottage that Hazelwyn and Roslie had seen in their vision. Awena turned to Hazelwyn and Roslie. "Is this the same cottage?" she asked. They did not know what to say other than 'yes' as they both embarrassingly blushed and as Arnie starred at the crystal while Dulbbe stood wondering what he had just missed... The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.
Everyone turned toward the chaotic noise to discover the new Troll King holding several books in his hands, scrolls tucked under his arms, and a few aged tomes at his feet. Surprised by his unexpected appearance, Awena stepped over to the King and asked, "Your Highness, how can we help you?" "Oh please, dear lady, you can just call me Dulbbe as I am still a scribe at heart," replied the Troll King. With a gentle smile and a wave of her hand, Awena proceeded to cause the scrolls and books - both fallen and in his hands - to float to the nearby tables in the library where they organized themselves neatly. "Then Dulbbe, how can we help you?" Awena asked again. "I am here actually helping Arnie," Dulbbe replied. A surprised look appeared on everyone's face as they all turned to look at Arnie. "You are?" Arnie confusedly asked. "Yes, Arnie. Drat told me about the mission Dree gave you when he turned into the Monacle Dragon," Dulbbe replied. "Drat told me, like the loyal minnon that he is, on how you are to finish the last request of Dree's. That somehow the quest is tied in with a favor that is suppose to give the Gooblin King his greatest desire," Dulbbe continued. "Well, Drat is suppose to be helping me," said Arnie. "Not the king of the Trolls," said the exasperated Finder before she remembered whom she was talking to and quickly added "your majesty." "Yes, yes, I know that but I couldn't resist finding out what will be the Gooblin King's greatest desire," answered Dulbbe. "Plus I love the digging around in old books looking for clues as to what that desire might be. He has had so many while competing with the old Troll King. While I am researching, I have Drat checking out all the alleys and byways which is his specialty. Afterall, I was the king's scribe long before I became King myself."
Everyone watched Arnie as she then reached into one of her many pockets and pulled something out of it. "Which happens to be the spoon I have right here in my hand. Now the real question is, does all of this searching somehow relate to both quests?" The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.
"Hazelwyn, who is this Arnie and what is it that you expect them to do?" she asked. "Let's go to my home, Roslie," replied Hazelwyn. "We can talk better there," she said while she silently thought to herself "and in privacy". As Roslie and Hazelwyn went to leave the library, Hazelwyn took a quick look over her shoulder before leaving the building. "It never hurts to be aware of who is watching, let alone listening," she thought to herself. Not seeing anyone paying any attention to them, she turned and followed Roslie out of the library doors and into the street to see if they could locate a Finder. In the meantime while Roslie and Hazelwyn begin looking for Arnie, I have a new DreamWeaver to bring into the story.
While we are waiting to see if my new creation will make it through the mold stage - back to my "policy" on AI. To read more - click here to see my take on using it. The only other thing I will add is that I do use some AI and several other graphic art programs to help in creating pictures for my storytelling (which the story is never done with AI), so that you experience a unique "peek into" their world. Without some computer magic, their story might not reach as many who need a touch of whimsy in their lives.
Hazelwyn returned to the book she had been reading as Roslie moved closer to see. "It says here that Hag was of the Moon and the Stars. The other Guardian was of the Earth and Woods. It took her magic and feminine arts with his male brawn and... " as Hazelwyn paused in her recital as Roslie did a little giggle. "Do you see what else she wrote?" Roslie asked. Before Hazelwyn could answer, she continued "It said and I quote, 'should I say little thought to help open the doors to our Realm.' Apparently Hag has a slight ego about her importance in the plot of things." No sooner than Roslie finished saying those words, a great gust of cold wind came through the room. Both Hazelwyn and Roslie looked at each other wondering who would have opened a window, especially in the restricted area of the library.
Before them they could see an old woman puttering around in her small kitchen. Then they heard the knock. A younger woman entered the hut and Hag spun her a tale and a dream. To discover what that tale was click here. After Hag gave the woman her dream, instantly Hazelwyn and Roslie were back in the library. A little shaken and windblown, Roslie looked around the room and whispered to the other, "What just happened?" In awe and also in some shock, Hazelwyn replied, "We just saw the dream that created our world. That was a portal in time that was opened for us to see." "I know that Hag is no longer in that hut," Hazelwyn said, "But I have a feeling we are suppose to find that hut again." "Do you think we could?" asked Roslie. "I do, especially with the help of Arnie who is now a Finder of Lost Things instead of being a Borrower of Others Things," Hazelwyn answered. "It is important to locate the hut and find the door key to it as well."
"Hi," said Roslie. "What an amazing library this is." All that Hazelwyn could focus on was the tea in Roslie's hand and that she was holding a bag from the Sugar Plum Bakery. "What are you doing here?" Hazelwyn asked. Roslie smiled as she replied, "I overheard an anxious library clerk placing an order for you and thought I would help out. He seemed to be quite nervous, like he never has left the library building before. So yes, I have some tea and crumpets for us to share. What are you working on?" she asked curiously. "You are a life saver, Roslie but I must get back to my research," Hazelwyn told her as she reached for the sweets Roslie had brought. She then turned around to return to the book she had left open on the table. Roslie followed Hazelywn to the table and seeing the ancient book, she read upside down the name on the page that it was open to, "Hag, the Dream Weaver". With an eagerness to her voice and a touch of meddling thrown in, Roslie asked, "Who was she and what is a Dream Weaver?" Hazelwyn looked up at Roslie and asked "Will you keep what I tell you to yourself? Not share it with anyone, even your sisters the Roses? Cross your toes and bite your nails?" Roslie looked back at Hazelwyn raising her hand as she replied. "I will not tell a soul, or a bump in the night, or a living thing! Now who is this Hag?"
Taking a bite of the crumpet, then swallowing, she reached for the cup of tea. With the cup in her hand, she raise it as offering a toast and said, "We will drink to our new friendship and mission."
"I need to get this article over to the office before they close and using the Twitter birds just won't do," Hazelwyn continued to think as she walked around her small cottage. "Plus the Mushroom Line is only good for gossip, not for a reliable story like mine." She slipped on the wooly clogs for her feet and began to pull on one more shawl over her head to protect her from the chilly wind blowing outside. Hazelwyn then opened the door and took one more look to see if she had what she needed. With a wave of her hand over her the doorknob, a small glittery light swirled and settled on the lock. "Even in this safe neighborhood, it never hurts to protect oneself and one's home," Hazelwyn said to herself. With a satisfied smile, she turned and proceeded to start her long walk to the newspaper office in the village. As Hazelwyn was dreamily thinking of how brillant Snoop was going to think her article was, Roslie came out of a side path. "Good day Fae one," Roslie said.
Hazelwyn, always the newspaper reporter, asked "So what did you think of our recent holiday of Dragonfaust and how our village does what it can in the match making department?" "I will admit," said Roslie, "It wasn't what I was expecting but it was fun to see Lallan 'bag' Seamus finally. She has been mooning over him forever from what I hear and was just tired of waiting for him to make his first move." "Yes, they have been the talk of the village. We even had odds on if she was going to bag him this year," answered Hazelwyn. "With the long odds, I made a bundle on my Dragonfaust Pool bet."
With that thought in mind, Roslie got up from behind the desk and walked over to the House Brownie known as Granny Flare. With a shy nod to her head she cleared her throat as she stood before Granny. Roslie than said "Hello Fae One" using the traditional greeting from one Fae to another that were unfamiliar to each other. Granny hearing the traditional greeting, smiled and stopped her magical writing in her book. Returning the traditional greeting, Granny asked "Is there something I can help you with?" For House Brownies did like making new friends and helping others where they could. Roslie went on to tell Granny on how she was new in the area. After all, she had been one of the "rescued" from the World of Whispers. "I discovered this great newspaper called the Bellwether and I am a bit was puzzled by this holiday coming up called Dragonfaust," Roslie asked. She went on to say on how she had been reading about the holiday and was wondering if Granny could help her understand it. She understood that Wish Dragons had been causing their usual chaos by granting these wishes for the young ladies for romance... but she couldn't understand the running and dragging part.
One of the young maidens had heard of the tradition in the Outie's world called Sadie Hawkins day. It was where young ladies chased young men to capture them for marriage and then dragged them in front a minister, who would be happy to perform the wedding ceremony. Granny went on to explain how Fae who live a lot longer than Outies weren't usually looking for long-term commitments, but a fun way to meet the young males in the area did sound exciting to these young Fae. A group of the local females were able to convince those in the Village on the Wall that this would be a exciting adventure. There is nothing more enticing to a Fae than the word 'adventure'. So, that was how Dragonfaust was started.
"And that is how Dragonfaust day had evolved more in a 'girls night out'," Granny explained. Since eventually everyone ends up at the Sugar Plum Bakery, so the young lasses did finally find that the young lads in the area also enjoyed an evening out too. Roslie thought about what Granny had said for a moment and then asked a question no one else had thought about. "So what happens now that the Wish Dragons have returned?"
Roslie took a seat to get comfortable in and continued her exploration of this mysterious Realm of Wymsy's annual holiday. "Now to find out what this Dragonfaust is all about," she mumbled to herself. Reading silently she started to scan down the pages of the local newspaper, the Bellwether.
Roslie smiled with a slight blush and quickly nodded her head so it looked like she was reading. "Those silly Wish Dragons have been causing chaos for quite a while. Whoever heard of granting wishes for young lasses who want romance. The lasses would be better off asking for the cow that jumped over the moon for what Wish Dragons know about romance," she grumbled as she continued reading. "Ohhhh... now that is an interesting twist," smiled Roslie. "There seems to be some type of race or chase here. Something about dragging a lad across some Dragonfaust finish line. Who would be a good person to ask more about this holiday?"  |
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