As Passporte' continues writing in his journal, Dewin is trying to find a way to get rid of him. At first, he thought that if he told Passporte' about seeing something strange on his way to where they bumped into each other on the trail, that might send the explorer off and he could continue his search for the Dragon. After a minute of thinking more about it though, he realized that then Passporte' would stay longer just to ask more questions. "I might as well wait for him to finish writing in his journal," he decided.
As Dewin continued to observe the scribbler, Passporte' mumbled something which caught his attention. "What was that?", he asked. Passporte' looked up and repeated, "When I find the Dragon, I must remember to ask about the prophecy when I find out if they are vegetarians."
Now that was something Dewin had never heard before. "What prophecy might that be Passporte'?" But Passporte' was busy finishing in his journal
Dewin knew that he must practice the extreme magic of "patience" as he waited a little longer before he would get an answer. Without looking up from his journal, Passporte' continued... "Oh, it is something Hewy, the Troll, told me the other day. Something about aWish Dragon being lost who could grant wishes. He did not tell me all of it as he was in a hurry leaving the Sleeping Sisters when I ran into him. But I am sure he would tell you if you find him and asked him." Passporte then continued to scratch his quill in his journal.
"Would he indeed," thought Dewin. Hmmmm....
As Passporte' takes a few minutes to add more of his ponderings in his travel journal, let's see what his newest adventure may be about...
Click on the journal below to continue reading more of Passporte's latest journal entries.
Startled out of their distractions, it was Dewin who spoke first. "What brings you out today Passporte'? You found something new to add to your journal?"
"Oh, hi Dewin. Yes, I have recently heard rumors about a Dragon being seen in the woods and decided I would go out and see if I could find it. What brings you out?" asked Passporte'.
Not wanting to tell the adventurer that he too was looking for the Dragon (for reasons he knew Passporte' would not approve of...), Dewin told him the first thing that came to his mind. "I was remembering about the old holiday I used to wait for each year called Samhain (also now know as All Hallows Eve or Halloween). You probably have never heard of it."
"Actually I have," answered Passporte'. His answer surprised Dewin so much, it took a minute before he realized that Passporte' was rummaging through his satchel, looking for a small scroll. "Here it is!" he exclaimed. "I once heard a story from Scarlet, the Nytemare's farrier, about this special time and how magick ran amok that night... Would you like to read it?" Passporte' asked Dewin.
Would you also like to read the tail (oops - did it again - I meant the tale) of the Nytemares and Halloween?
Usually the Spite would point out to him why an idea of his would not work. “I would think she was just trying to get me out of the cave, but since she goes out when she wants, there must be something else going on,” thought Dewin. “If I could only believe that the Wish Dragons are back!”
And so, Dewin decided that today was the day to leave the cave and begin the search. He had taken care of the one problem needing his attention earlier that morning and now he was free to start. As he was packing he realized he still didn't know exactly where to begin.
Reaching into a pocket, he withdrew a round glass ball. The crystal ball was one of the few things (besides his journal book) that he been able to hang on to when he was transported to the Realms by the wish of a Dragon. It was temperamental and did not always work, and sometimes when it did he would get strange pictures of a family lost somewhere in outer space that never seemed to find their way back home, but when it did work – it was a most useful tool. Whispering the incantation that would awaken the crystal, he held it out in his hands and started pointing it in four different directions. First south, then north, next west, and finally east.
It had been when the Dragon had transported him from his world to this unknown realm. Before that day, Dewin had never seen a Dragon though he had heard about them from the stories told by Myrddin.
It took several days before Dewin found out what had happened. A Wish Dragon apparently had landed on the mountain top overlooking the village. This caused the mountain to crumble sending chaos and rubble towards the sleepy village below. The Dragon didn't think but just 'wished' the entire village some place safe and out of harm's way. All it took was for the Dragon to "wish" for no place like home... and here they were in the realm of where Dragon's lived.
So it has now been many years that Dewin has lived with the Fae of the realms trying to return home. It was when he finally discovered the story of the Dragon Clan and how they failed their duty to the Wish Dragons, causing all Dragons to disappear, that explained what it was that kept him from returning home. He needed a Wish Dragon to reverse the wish that had brought him to the Realm of Wymsy and now all the dragons were gone!
I think Dewin, my wizard, still has a lesson or two to still learn. But do you know how hard it is to find the perfect outfit for a wizard? It isn't easy (*smiling). So, I then went searching for my second favorite wizard, Gandalf of the Lord of the Rings for further inspiration.
Now as cool as these two wizards look and there is wonderful detail in the White Wizard's robe, this wasn't the texture I was looking for in Dewin's robes. He is still a "doll" (don't say that too aloud around him) and still needs more bling or magical energy than a human dressed as a wizard. In looking for something I wanted I was at least deciding on what I didn't want.
Plus he needed his crystal ball. After all, he will need it to fulfill his destiny with the Wish Dragon. How he will do that will depend on what he finds when he sets out looking for that little Dragon that everyone keeps asking about.
And so, without any further ado... Let me introduce you to
Dewin, the Wizard.
Why a wizard?
The question was asked (mainly by my husband), "Why a wizard? Why not an alchemist, or a sorcerer, or a druid?” They do have cool toys to play with after all. To start with, I had to educate him with what the difference between each one was (other than that is what Dewin told me he was) and why I would choose a wizard.
What is a sorcerer then? This one was a little harder to research as most definitions involve the use of magic (nothing wrong with that). I mean, telling me it is someone who practices sorcery does not help much. Again, that would be the same as saying a wizard practices magic. It was when I started reading up on sorcery that I realized that this still was not Dewin’s style. His powers were not gained from the assistance or control of other spirits. He was more than that.
So, that brought me back to ‘why a wizard?’ Wizards are said to have great skill and are clever in their doings and are able to influence powerful magics through their innate abilities and learning. Their thirst for knowledge and hunger to learn unknown magic focuses them on a single path. It may take a wizard years to achieve this knowledge, but the years will not be noticed as long as it takes them to their desired goal.
My hubby has now been enlighted (which is partially why he never complains about the body parts or magical elements laying around the house that all go into the creations of each of my characters as he enjoys this as much as I do).
For example, the influences of Virgo confirmed his feelings that the Dragon must have been at some time somewhere in the woods but not near water. The colors of Virgo's sign point him in this direction by listening to their silent messages within the shades of green and browns - blend, camouflage, hide where you can't be seen and least expected.
As Dewin continues his divinations by consulting his maps of both the realms and the stars, trying to find the mysterious young Dragon, the big question in the minds of everyone in the Realms was "Where is that Dragon?"
The funny part of that question was that only The CAT knew and he wasn't telling anyone just yet... as he sits pondering. Maybe instead of wondering where the Dragon was, everyone should be more concerned about what The CAT was pondering...
There are so many details that can go into making each of my characters, but that is where I get to play as I discover what it is that they need. Dewin the Wizard is my latest character so what extra things does he need? Then it hit me! What self-respecting Wizard could be without a crystal ball? After all, this was my original intent and in the back of my mind when I sculpted one of his hands to hold one.
Everything always looks better with glitter (all artists will tell you this is a proven fact), that I just had to add a pinch to the mixture too.
One Dragon with a dash of magic - now sealed up - to which I add the brew that will hold it all together (pouring it through that small hole was the hard part).
As Hewy and the others finished their meal, a Sister entered and bade them all to follow her. They were lead to the entrance of the Hall where other Sisters were holding the few items they had left in their rooms. "Please take your things and go. There is nothing more here for you to learn."
Soon they were all standing on the front yard of the cottage, wondering what they were doing outside. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? We haven't learned anything," growled Efem as she was handed her things. "What is going on here? What is the big hurry in having us leave?" Efem continue to scowl at the Sisters.
Hewy just nodded his head and turned to go. Cornelia and Parsley glanced at each other when they noticed Hewy leaving. Without saying a word, Cornelia grabbed Efem's hand and started pulling her in the direction of Hewy's departure while Parsley motioned for Sprout to follow. "What are you doing? We came to get answers. We can't leave yet!" Efem growled at her sister.
All of a sudden it hit Parsley!
"How did you know his name? We never told you his name was Hungry," she asked Sprout.
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.