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Strange Going Ons...

5/6/2026

Rinaldo Sgranocchiaferro (The Iron-nibbler) and Giuliano Fortebaffo (Strong-whiskered) were pulling guard duty again outside the Fortezza da Basso when Rinaldo asked Giuliano about all the strange goings on the past week. "Did you see that booth with all the beautiful ladies and magical creations in it?"

"Yes," answered Giuliano, "Especially the strange one that came from an unusual place called Montana. She said that Montana means "mountainous" and a lot of Fae live where she lives. She called herself a Dreamweaver, whatever that means."

"She went on to explain she spins fairytales out of dreams and wishes. Almost like that Cinderella story that we heard about from cousin Taddeo Codefiero (Proud-tailed)."

When Rinaldo looked confused for a moment, Giuliano continued, "You know, the one that took the job of pulling a pumpkin coach one night for some beautiful princess."

Not to be outdone, Rinaldo decided to tell Giuliano about a stranger he had met as well. "While making my rounds, I met a funny looking frog in the library who wears glasses and reads!" replied Rinaldo. "Though he prefer to call himself a Bibliophile Amphibian. He even has a long distance relative that is famous from some story about willow trees and the wind. How strange is that?"

While our stalwart guards were discussing all the goings on at the Fortress, our Amphibian friend decided to take a 'leap of faith'. He had been invited to journey to this strange land of Montana and make it his new forever home. I think it was something about a large library there that cinched the deal.

Lesley and Mario

Here is the artist, Mario, who creates these frogs and book mice. He even goes one step further by making the box/home look like a book from the outside too.

The Realm of Wymsy is an original storyline by Shawn and Lesley Duthie.

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Where to look???

4/15/2026

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Hazelwyn was still a little shaken by her experience while reading that rare book with Roslie. She was still working it out in her head as they came back from their mystical trip and seeing the first dreamweaver.

She noticed that Roslie was not having the same thoughts. It appeared that she was excited to see where this adventure was going to take her as she began gathering up the cups and food wrapping from the Sugar Plum Bakery.

"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.

Now I am not a big fan of AI (artifical intelligence), as most of us artist feel it can stifle creativity. I choose to use AI as a "tool" and not the "answer". Meaning that it can be used for inspiration when it takes me to places or to creatures I might not have explored or known before.

In this case, it was something about those long ears that I could see might be a challenge for me to sculpt. I fell in love them on this Elderly Fae. Would I even be able to get them out of the mold, since I like working in porcelain? I didn't know, but the first challenge was to begin the process of bringing her to life through my sculpting. After several sessions, I was pleased with how she turned out. Now to the mold stage I go. Will she make it?

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.

Roslie

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Dreamweaver WIP

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What is Revealed...

4/8/2026

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"Those crumpets were delicious Roslie," Hazelwyn said with another swipe of her tongue over her lips as she tried to catch each tasty morsel. "Now it is time to get back to my research." As Hazelwyn said this a small cool breeze entered the room. Just the type of breeze that sends a slight chill down the back of the neck.

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.

Suddenly the book began to glow and the wind rippled the pages of the book before them. Immediately the Spinning Wheel image began spinning and then it unexpectedly jumped off the pages of the book.

As the Spinning Wheel twisted and turned, it finally landed in a strange room along with Hazelwyn and Roslie who had been sucked into the room with it. The two sat in a corner of the room and stared at what was happening before them as if they were in a dream.

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."

"Well, in that case, let's get started," Roslie said as she picked up the dirty dishes from their light treat. "Just where do we find this Arnie?" she asked.

Roslie of the Roses

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Arnie, the Finder

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I Bring...

4/1/2026

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"Yooohhoo," Roslie said in a loud whisper. After all, she was in a library and you don't just go around shouting even if you are carrying some goodies.

Hazelwyn looked up from the book she had been delving into for the past half hour to see if the library clerk had finally showed up. Deciding the best way to know was to take a short break and find out who was making all the noise - especially in the Restricted Area of the library. Coming around the corner she was met with a surprise.

"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?"

"From the Tales of the Old Ones," Hazelwyn lowered her voice as she pointed to the image on the page. It is said that Hag was an Elf of the Hawthorn Woods. She was called the 'Weaver of Tales, Spinner of the fabric of Dreams and the Guardian of The Veil between the Worlds'. I even read she loved sitting in the space of Between and Betwixt and drinking her favorite tea of Dreamwhisper Chamomile & Moonpetals. It was there, according to the Old Tales, that the Realms of our Worlds was created."

"Wow!" Roslie said. "Oh, I want to help. If I keep the crumpet and tea supply available, will you let me assist you in learning more about the Dream Weavers and Hag?" Reaching for one of the crumpets, Hazelwyn knew that Roslie could be a valuable ally.

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."

Rose, the older sister

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Once in a...

3/25/2026

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Hazelwyn quickly left Snoop's office and started towards the local library.

"Oh darn, I am really going to miss out on those crumpets, aren't I? But to write a story like this about Dream Weavers is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Hazelwyn muttered to herself.

Re-adjusting her shoulder bag across her shoulders she continued her trek over to the Village's library. She knew what she was looking for was going to be in the very restricted area.

After climbing up all the stairs to get the upper floor to the Restricted Area, she still had to get through the huge locked iron doors. With a wave of her hand (and a little help of a pixie's key from a Borrower) she quickly opened the gates. "Sure is helpful knowing a former Borrower. They are the best source for finding those hard to locate keys. Course it's helpful too knowing that Arnie likes a crumpet now and then too," smiled Hazelwyn as she continued down a hallway towards the oldest books in the back of the library.

"Why, oh why, do they always have these precious books sitting in the dark?" Hazelwyn grumbled. "I would think the library's magical budget could afford some special lighting back here. Afterall, these books need to feel still wanted and not ignored."

With that thought, Hazelwyn came around the corner and found the book she was looking for. There was a slight "pull" when she reached for the book. The feeling was like her hand had been asleep and was just now getting that tingley feeling back into it.

Ever so gently Hazelwyn picked up the ancient book, gliding her hand over the cover and proceeded to open it.

The magical energy of the book tried to pix-late Hazelwyn in protection. When Hazelwyn felt this confusion and sense of being lost, she knew she needed to concentrate harder to succeed in finding what she wanted. "Oh, what I would give now for a Sugar Plum crumpet and a hot cup of tea!" she said in frustration. "They would surely help me focus on my job here."

Just when Hazelwyn was about to give up, the book revealed just what she was looking for, Hag the first Dream Weaver. "I am really going to need my crumpet now," Hazelwyn thought to herself. "I wonder if I can bribe a library clerk to do a run for me?" she murmured to herself as she took the ancient book and set it down on a table in the room so she could see what she had in her bag to bribe a clerk with.

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Arnie the Borrower

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Dream Weavers...

3/18/2026

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Hazelwyn could almost taste those crumpets that she enjoyed so well from the Sugar Plum Bakery. "It will be nice talking to a new fae in town and making a new friend," she thought knowing she would be meeting Roslie later at the most popular place in the Village on the Wall.

"Though I can't go there until I drop my 'juicy' column off about Dragonfaust Day," Hazelwyn muttered to herself as she continued into the office of Snoop, the editor of the local newspaper called the Bellwether. "Here it is, Boss. The best article I have written yet. That hullabaloo Lallan created with dragging Seamus over the line after this many years was hilarious!"

"Now I'm off to eat some delicious crumpets, Boss. Enjoy reading my column," said Hazelwyn has she handed her article to Snoop then turned to the doorway. "WAIT!" Snoop said strongly. "I have something else for you to research," waving his hands over the papers on his desk as he looked for something buried there.

Hazelwyn turned and stood in front of Snoop's desk, waiting for him to continue while her patience wore thin as he kept digging. After all, those crumpets were the best in the land and were calling her name and she was hungry. With a few more shuffles of the papers on his desk, Snoop pulled up a one scrap. "Here it is!" he said with a touch of wonder that he always felt when he could find anything on his desk.

"You have heard about these new Moon Babies being born, right?" asked Snoop. Before she could answer he continued, "Guess the new arrival of our friend, Dree, the Moon Dragon, was timely. Who knew how badly we needed this new belief in Fairytales, Magic and Happy Endings. It is so easy to take things for granted until they are gone."

"Though from what I am hearing from the Twitter Birds and along the Mushroom Line, is that there are more moon babies being born then even the Council of Luminosity can handle."

"Who told you that?" Hazelwyn asked. "You know you need creditable resources before you can go around with rumors like that? You aren't printing that in this edition are you?"

E'luminosity (Ellie)

With a slight bow to his head, Snoop replied. "Well, Ellie might have let it slip that she and Meerher have been busy as Thimblehoppers rushing and hopping around to keep up with the babies' demands. And no, I am not putting this in this issue of the Bellwether."

"But this is the thread of gossip I need you to follow up on," lowering his voice Snoop whispered, "I heard because of this great demand, the Powers that Be are summoning a Dream Weaver!"

"Wow," thought Hazelwyn. There hasn't been a Dream Weaver in the Realms since Hag left many eons ago. Almost like at the beginning of time when the Realms came into being. This would be one delicious scoop indeed! "I wonder if the Sugar Plum makes crumpets to go," thought Hazelwyn as she started out on her new assignment.

Snoop

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Scored...

3/11/2026

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Dragonfaust had scored again - another bachelor lost! Hazelwyn finished typing up her article for the Bellwether and for that sweet young editor, Snoop. Well, some may not think Snoop as young, but compared to Hazelwyn, he could be another bachelor in trouble of being taken off of the single status list at next year's Dragonfaust.

"Now where did I put my glasses?" Hazelwyn thought then gave a silly little giggle as she realized that they were on top of her head as usual.

"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.

A little surprised but always happy to meet someone to talk to, Hazelwyn replied, "Good day Fae one. You are new to our community aren't you?" she asked as they both continued walking towards the village. With a curiousity only surpassed by Snoop's desire to know, Hazelwyn knew she had an opportunity here too good to pass up. Roslie replied that yes, she was new as she had been part of the rescue of the World of Whispers and was still learning her way around.

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."

"I have to drop off my article at the Bellwether. Would you like to meet up at the Sugar Plum Bakery for some tea and crumpets? I would love to hear more of your story, Roslie," said Hazelwyn as she reached the door to the Bellwether office.

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This is the Day!

3/4/2026

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As Roslie and Granny were sitting in the library talking about Dragonfaust Day, there was one determined elf scouting out her plans for this year's Race.

Lallan had been chasing after Seamus for years and in elf years that is truly a long time. "But this year is going to be different," thought Lallan to herself. "I am going to have a plan!"

"Don't know for sure what it will be, but I am sure whatever I come up with---it will work!" with that thought in mind Lallan went off to prepare.

Now Seamus was a serious, almost bookish, type of man. Nothing he liked more than to be curled up in front of his warm fire with a good book in his favorite chair and his favorite brew next to him.

He knew that some considered him standoffish, but really he just enjoyed his books more than socializing. He didn't even have a clue that Lallan was sweet on him, let alone wanted to go out on a date.

Before you knew it Dragonfaust Day arrived! The day that bachelor's feared and the females knew that the rules of the race was that there were No Rules! Now some of the lasses would be coy and bat their lashes to catch the attention of the intended "date". But since Seamus never traveled far from his home, Lallan had to be a bit more "brilliant"!

So it came to Seamus' surprise that he found himself out in the woods with this feeling of being chased. He wasn't sure how this happened.

Maybe it was that bachelor 'sixth' sense that told him something was just not right... maybe it was that feeling of being watched, but Seamus just knew that he had to get to his safe space as quickly as possible - back to his books. And when he finds his way home he was certainly going to make sure that lock on the door was bolted!

"Aha! Got ya!" Lallan yelled as she proceeded to tie Seamus up so that she could finish the traditions of the Dragonfaust Race and thereby win her "date" with Seamus.

After dragging Seamus across the finish line and having him declared 'officially' caught, Lallan realized as she watched them take off the net and ropes she used to tie Seamus, another thought struck her!

"Now what do I do with him?"

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A Run???

2/25/2026

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While Roslie was sitting in the library reading about this strange holiday in the Realm of Wymsy called Dragonfaust, she spied Granny Flare around the corner.

"Here I was thinking of who to ask for more information," Roslie thought to herself. "Granny Flare had been so helpful with the rescue mission of those lost in the World of Whispers, that maybe she won't mind answering my questions."

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.

"Let's get comfortable," Granny said, waving her hands toward some lovely stuffed chairs in a corner. As they sat down Granny then continued telling Roslie that after the Wish Dragons had left the Realms, the young maidens were indeed frustrated at finding dates, let alone a true love match.

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.

But then the maidens discovered it wasn't as much fun as they thought it would be. After all that running high and low, looking for some lowly male just for a date, let alone for True Love, was just too much!

This was also about the time the young damsels found the Sugar Plum Bakery. For they knew they did not need to be rescued, nor worry any longer about True Love for they found fun and an adventure in their new friendships and the wonderfully sweet pink drink called Twinkleblossom Brew.

"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?"

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What is Dragonfaust???

2/18/2026

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"Well that certainly made me jump," thought Roslie to herself as she continued staring at the local newspaper hanging on a wall of the library near a tall bookshelf filled with books of all types - all with colorful binders and ribbons tied around them.

"We weren't lucky enough to have an actual newspaper in my small village. We had to spread the word through reliable gossips, but these moving pictures are a blast to see," Roslie confirmed to herself.

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.

Dragonfaust seems to be celebrated on the 1st of each March and at the same time during the celebration of the magical New Year. "Hmmmm, I wonder if that was intentional?" Roslie asked herself.

As she continued to read about Dragonfaust, she came to a spot in the article that surprised her! "That's silly!" she said a little too loud for others in the library looked up from their books and scrolls and gave her the 'won't you be quiet' look.

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?"