The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry

“I knew you could do it!” Arial whipped around my head, giggling and tweaking my cheeks on each pass. “I knew it, I knew it, well done.”

My head was spinning. Traveling magically though time and space isn’t something that I do everyday, not on my own anyway. “Is it always this way?” Arial stopped buzzing around my head. She tilted her head to one side and stared at me with her huge luminous. ‘Is what always this way?”

I found a flat rock and quickly sat down, holding my head to stop the spinning that threatened to tip me over. “You know, fairy travel. When you pop in and out, do you feel like your being sucked down a worm hole? I felt like I was in one of those spinning tunnels in the fun house. It was more colorful though, like someone had taken all the colors ever imagined and swirled them all together.” I closed my eyes and pressed on the top of my head again.

Arial landed on my left shoulder, took my ear lobe between both of her tiny hands and pinched. “In the beginning there are some side effects.”  I felt a tug on the opposite ear. “There, feel better now?” I sat for a moment, taking stock of my general well being and decided that, everything considered, I was as well as could be expected. I mean, after all, this was nothing compared to my little feline escapade, or getting caught in the middle of the blasts from two fairy wands and ending up in a dark forest. ” Yes, I do believe I am beginning to feel a little more like myself,  thanks.”

The palace doors were thrown wide to the sound of crackling electricity, a flood of orange, red, and yellow faeries poured out of the opening. The winged masses rolled down the steps like a tidal wave and streaked toward us. Within seconds we were surrounded and all I could see were scintillating wings and large gleaming eyes. There was so much electricity around us that my hair was pulled straight out away from my head.

I wish I could describe the feeling that comes over me when I am surrounded by the Fae. It is a warm, comforting feeling, like being snuggled in a fuzzy blanket on a cold winters night, and even though the faeries of each season do things a little differently, they always make me feel as though I have come home.

I noticed that Arial had risen above the crowd of excited faeries and was performing a deep,  respectful, mid-air curtsy. I craned my neck and looked in the direction of the palace doors. Standing on the flag stone steps was Litha, queen of the fire faeries. Her gown was a deep glittering red, it floated around her like a cloud. Her hair looked like a flame, red turning to orange, turning to bright yellow at the tips and her crown was a circle of  flashing lightening bolts. I had only seen her once before, in the elvenwood with Elendain and I had forgotten what a striking presence she commanded.

A silence fell over the crowd of faeries and they parted as she floated toward  toward me. Litha stopped, flashed a bright beautiful smile, then addressed Arial.

“Welcome, daughter of  Orlaith, Queen of the Winter Faeries, come and stand at my right hand.” Arial floated gracefully to the ground, growing in height, and took her place by Litha.

The High Queen of summer is much more proper than the other queens I have met, so when she turned to face me I offered a deep curtsy, following Arial’s example. “Queen Litha, I have come in response to your summons. I hope that I haven’t kept you waiting.”

Her laugh wasn’t high and musical like I would have expected, but low and throaty. Litha’s laugh sounded like the far off rumble of thunder, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds under a bright light.

She took both of my hands in hers. “Daughter of Summer, you who have become a beacon of hope for the world of the Fae. Do not carry the fear of disappointment, but rejoice in the light that you bring to the realm. It is I that have kept you waiting. Waiting far to long since my court arrived, and for that I apologize. I have had urgent matters to attend to. It seems that there are those forces who would take the magic from our world to do evil in yours.”

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.