The Dowager, Griselda, had heard that there was going to be an event in the Woods hosted by Hunter, the Shadows' King. Some type of tournament where Hunter's Nytemares would be able to let out some energy. If it was going to be like the tournaments that she had watched as a much younger maid she just had to go. The problem with a tournament though is that proper young ladies did not go alone. "Maybe Efem would enjoy this too," she thought. At first she was going to snail mail the invite, but then decided to send it through the Bee-Gs to see if the Dryad would accompany her to the Festival.
Later, as Efem and the Dowager were walking around the tournament field admiring the beautiful Nytemares competing against each other, the Dowager asked Efem "Have you heard anything in the Mushroom line about Hewy's new commission to the Troll King and what the King is like? I have been gone quite a while and maybe the Baron has met the Troll King, but I have never been introduced to him myself."
"I had not heard about a commission and I don't know anything about the King of the Trolls personally, only gossip of what the Twitter Birds retweet about him. They say that he can be a devil," Efem answered.
"Oh No!" Griselda exclaimed. "Do you mean he is evil? We don't need that here!" "No... No..." smiled Efem. "He not the blackhearted, world destroying evil type. The buzzing I have been hearing is that he is more the minor, mischievous imp, wicked-fun type than dark evil. Just not someone you would trust your family fortune too! Eventually he would find a way to keep it and have you working for him too."
"Oh" the Dowager sighed. "Then he could still be dangerous in his own way," dreamily smiling as she gazed at a knight riding a Nytemare in the jousting arena... "We will have to keep an eye on him - for Hewy's sake of course." Efem, realizing that Griselda was staring at the knight and not the horse, turned startled eyes to the Dowager and smiled, "Griselda, aren't you too old for such nonsense?"
The Dowager, turning her big innocent eyes towards her answered with a laugh, "I'm not dead yet!"
"The reports indicate that another Troll helped the Wish Dragon Sire. I suggest that you maybe can smooze him. He apparently has a close association to one of the Sleeping Sisters," grinned Drat. "If you can try a little of your knavery..."
"I don't knave" glared Druzzy. "I educate. There is a difference you know. Can I help it if my charm and good naturedness gives me the best of the bargain?"
"So sorry Sire. If you 'convince' this Troll that your best intentions are for the Wish Dragon and building its trust for Trolls, maybe he can help us get closer to the Token."
"What is the Troll's name?" asked Druzzy as he started pondering his scheme (err... I mean plan).
As Drat was leaving, his sensitive ears picked up the Kings mumblings. "I wonder where did he find that gem bigger than mine and how he crashed my party with it..."
"Get on with it Drat. I know about all that stuff. Tell me about 'you know'," growled Druzzy. "Jump to the good stuff!"
"Yes your majesty. It appears with the reappearance of the Wish Dragons, that maybe you might finally be able to add to your collection of magical artifacts. It appears that the Wish Dragon, named Hungry, does not seem to be aware of the item and thinks that a Dragon's Token is trust. You might be able to use that when dealing with him."
"Very interesting... Of course I am trust worthy... as long as you read the fine print on the contract. Won't the Dragon's Token make a fine addition to my collection Drat?" said the King, not really waiting for an answer. "The Sleeping Sisters have it hidden away somewhere and now maybe, with the help of this young Dragon, I can get it before another annoying collector beats me to it."
"Do you mean," began the Rat before he was interrupted.
"Don't say that name!" growled Druzzy. "He's irritating enough on his own without you saying his name."
Having an artistic/crafty mother I certainly did dabble in a lot of different things growing up but this one technique really "sparked" my interest. It is the one style of creating that I go back to over and over whenever I can.
It even got me an "A" in my sculpting class when I couldn't afford bronze in college (*lol*). So, enjoy this short video on the process of making the Troll King's Crown.
Please keep in mind all the safety procedures and precautions required when working with an open flame if you should try this yourself.
I do research when making the outfits because I need to know the reasons behind what things I use in costumes... even down to why certain colors. So begins my thoughts of since he is royalty, should he be in red? But red wouldn't work with the hair coloring I am leaning towards, so what other royal color is there?... Why purple of course! Which when I went to research more about this I now see why it is my favorite color.
A couple of interesting facts (some I knew and some I didn't) about the royal color of purple.
So, with this research, I have decided my Troll King will be dressed in purple. Also being inspired by all the visual materials I saw while reading for my research, I decided to start at the top and work my way down for this king needs a gaudy crown (I do believe).
Oh no!..Naked body running through! Close your eyes quick!!!
The Dowager is also pleased with the article about her but is also wondering if anyone noticed the dandelions.
Most of the others who where there at The Wishing Well wondered where Snoop had been hiding since they didn't remember seeing him. Nemmer kept muttering that even though he wasn't there at the Well, he knew the Dusty Mytes must have something to do with it. Of everyone in the Realms, the only two occupants that were not reading the paper were the Spites, Sprigg'n and The CAT, instead they were swapping funny stories about Wizards and Dryads.
So while I know that my Troll King has a twinkle in his eyes as he wheels and deals, just keep in mind that while he is smiling at you and shaking your hand, you just might want to be counting what rings are left on your fingers in the process.
"Now wait a minute. Sorry to interrupt but I am trying to figure this out," cut in The CAT. "If Hungry is the last of the Wish Dragons and he has been lost for this whole time... sounds like to me that he would certainly be starving. Also sounds like he might be in need of a teacher too. Okay, please continue."
Hewy then continued his song.
"Whoooh!" said The CAT. "That sure sounds like the wizard here. He almost prevailed with trying to get his wish. Not that I am saying you are evil, mister wizard, as I don't know you that well. But it sounded like to me that the wish you were asking for could have changed things not only here in this Realm but where you were from too."
"As they both must gain the Dragyn 's token."
Silently everyone gathered around the little Wish Dragon. Dewin was the first to speak. "I am sorry for misleading you Hungry. I just wanted to go home, not realizing that maybe I am already there." After that, everyone agreed that Hungry needed to learn more about the powers of the Wish Dragon. It was decided that Hewy and Parsley, having gained the Dragon's trust, would be responsible for starting those lessons. The CAT was happy he was also going to be returning to familiar surroundings, as he now had to have lessons too apparently as the Dragon's Spite.
Sprout was thrilled to hear that Hungry was going to be heading home with him as her heard his mother tell the Wish Dragon that she would be his teacher. Until Parsley added, “and you will not be alone for Sprout will take classes with you.” “WHAT?” exclaimed the startled Dryad.
It was only The Wishing Well who noticed after everyone had left Snoop rushing from the bushes he had been hiding in to hurry back to the Bellwether to get out the scoop of his career. A Dragon had returned to the Realms!!!
“I am afraid it doesn't work that way. I have tried but no matter how much I try to do something, it somehow always seems to not come out the exact way I pictured it to be,” answered The CAT. “Look Hungry, bad things can happen even when trying to do good.”
Dewin had his own plan here and being interrupted by this CAT wasn't helping it, but before he could stop The CAT, another spoke first.
“You're his Spite!” Sprigg’n exclaimed excitedly at The CAT. “I wasn’t sure at first, but after listening to you speak, the feelings we experienced when we first met, and now meeting Hungry, I realize that you ARE his Spite. That is Good... I think."
“What do you mean 'his Spite'?” Hungry and The CAT, both being surprised and confused, replied together. Now everyone was listening for Sprigg'n's answer, even the Wizard. Since Sprigg'n still hadn't answered, Dewin asked again, "What do you mean? How is The CAT the Wish Dragon's Spite? You told me before that Spites only appear with a Wish Dragon and a wish."
Shaking her head at the wizard, Sprigg’n finally answered. “Hungry and The CAT were both born at the same time. Hungry must have been from a wish that was answered, and don’t ask me how it was answered or by whom cause I don’t know. But, The CAT is Hungry’s Spite, take it from me.”
“But what does that mean?” pleaded the Dragon. “Will he help me make the right choices so that evil won't reign?”
Before Hungry could grant the wish though, Hewy jumping in with a loud "NO!" which distracted everyone. "Is that why you have been looking for this Dragon, Wizard?" Hewy stared at Dewin. But before he could answer, Hewy turned to the little Dragon and said "Hungry, before returning Dewin to his own land think about what could be the downside of his wish. It could just as easily be that he will loose all the magic he has accumulated while here or that his life may end. The magic here has kept him alive for far longer than he normally would have lived in his own realm.”
There were flowers to buy and unpacking to do.
For the size of a yard I have this isn't a one day project - it is more of an act of love... or is it a belief in the faeries?
And for some reason this year, I got carried away with buying pansies and alyssum. The alyssum I am not surprised as it is the perfect small faery flower for gardens, but the over abundance I did with the pansies is even beyond MY normal. So I checked with Awena as to the magical side of pansies and this is what she revealed.
I had to agree with her as this seemed to be just the right energy to draw to the garden this year, especially after the long year we have had with covid. So now my faeries are jumping for joy as they are ready to move in for the summer fun.
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.