http://fairiefabels.com faeries through the ivy hedge Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:50:07 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 faeries through the ivy hedge The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no faeries through the ivy hedge http://fairiefabels.com/wp-content/plugins/powerpress/rss_default.jpg http://fairiefabels.com/category/dogs/ http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/bills-eyes-are-opened-the-hard-way/ http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/bills-eyes-are-opened-the-hard-way/#comments Mon, 01 Feb 2010 22:12:56 +0000 admin http://fairiefabels.com/?p=2025 http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/bills-eyes-are-opened-the-hard-way/feed/ 0 Attack,Beam,Breach,Caterwauling,centaurs,Crazy,Din,Dogs,Fairies,Funny Farm,Gnomes,Heart Attack Bill, lacking fairy blood, was blissfully unaware of the other realms existing just through our ivy hedge, until the day he sensed a calamity, saw a strange icky green laser-like light killing the ivy leaves wherever it touched. Bill, lacking fairy blood, was blissfully unaware of the other realms existing just through our ivy hedge, until the day he sensed a calamity, saw a strange icky green laser-like light killing the ivy leaves wherever it touched. Something in his head screamed danger and he scrambled to collect the dogs and get out. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-morning-after-or-wow-did-i-have-a-wierd-dream/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-morning-after-or-wow-did-i-have-a-wierd-dream/#comments Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:04:03 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1420 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-morning-after-or-wow-did-i-have-a-wierd-dream/feed/ 1 Alice in Wonderland,Dreams,Jim Butcher,Midsummer,NeverNever,white rabbit Arial has been after me for days to write down my impressions of the celebration of Midsummer in the faerie realm. It isn't that I have forgotten dancing with the faeries in wild abandon, after all, I have faeries coming and going through the ivy hedge... Arial has been after me for days to write down my impressions of the celebration of Midsummer in the faerie realm. It isn't that I have forgotten dancing with the faeries in wild abandon, after all, I have faeries coming and going through the ivy hedge all the time. No, it isn't that I have forgotten, I just don't know where to begin. Arial poked me again. "Begin at the beginning." She spiraled around my head, tracing intricate patterns in the air with the tips of her fingers. How frustrating it is to try and write with faerie wings buzzing in my ears! "Arial, you sound like something out of Alice in Wonderland, begin at the beginning. You know very well that it's the "beginning" that I am having a problem with." She did a mid-air cartwheel, as she passed in front of my nose, I blew on her wings making her bobble. I want to stop here to tell you that, yes, I did find Arial (she was waiting for me  on the grassy slope leading up to the  firefly meadow, silhouetted against the sun as it hung on the horizon), and yes, Odette came with me to the celebration. She rode with a fire faerie on a particularly stout dragonfly. When the entire court landed at the bottom of the path, the plump dragonfly that had been transporting Odette wobbled off into the tall grass where it proceeded to flop down and stretch out  its tired wings. I could swear I heard a loud, heavy sigh of relief coming from its general direction. Arial giggled at my teasing. "You know, I met Alice's white rabbit once, very congenial little fellow. The flower beds are nice enough, but I didn't really care for the caterpillar." I gave her a a skeptical glance. "You really want me to believe that Alice was a real girl, and that Wonderland exists?" As I think about it now, that was a dumb question. Arial twirled around, making her skirts flare out. She raised one eyebrow and gave me one of her famous quirky smiles. "Do you really want people to believe there are faeries in your backyard?" Like I said, dumb question. "Point well taken, but I do think that we are way off the point now. The question on the table is, what was the beginning. And something else... should I tell everyone what happened when Orlaith found out that you had a hand in sending me off into the faerie nevernever?" With all due respect Jim Butcher, but that is a wonderful word! Arial frowned and kicked her toe against the side of my keyboard then paced back and forth in front of the monitor, thinking hard. "No, I don't think we have to include that." She scratched her head. "I think you should start when you arrived at the meadow, you know, when the sun was going down. Oh! and you can put something in about how wonderful it was to see me again!" I hunched over and looked at her sternly (I went cross eyed, but it made my position very clear). "I'll just bet you'd like that." She nodded vigorously. I pinched my lower lip. "No, I think I'll start with waking up on the chase lounge in the backyard. After all, it did seem like a dream." "When I think about the times I've been to the palace, the troll, the time when I changed into a cat, and getting mail delivered via sail cloth, and everything else that has happened since seeing my little faeries." Arial feigned surprise, I ignored her and went on. "Midsummer was definitely something dreams are made of, not that that is a bad thing mind you, but something that will take a little explaining." I looked at the clock that hangs on the wall to the side of my computer. "It's almost five o'clock and I have to give the dogs their dinner." Arial looked at me suspiciously. "Oh, I promise that I will let everyone know the details tomorrow, hey, you can stay and share the dogs dinner!" Arial jumped up from where she had been sitting on my camera and shot out of the room. The last thing I heard as she headed for the ivy hedge was..."eeeeuww!" I do love it when I get the last word with a faerie. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 5:27 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/what-a-way-to-make-an-entrance/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/what-a-way-to-make-an-entrance/#comments Fri, 24 Apr 2009 22:25:53 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=974 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/what-a-way-to-make-an-entrance/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Black Cats,charms,chihuahuas,Daily Life,Dogs,eyes,Fairie Stories,Fairies,garden,Gnomes I didn't know if Bill wanted to laugh or cry. One thing was perfectly clear, he wasn't at all happy about having his wife turned into a cat. He sat down on the porch step and stared at me. Arial and Cythia had each taken a protective position, I didn't know if Bill wanted to laugh or cry. One thing was perfectly clear, he wasn't at all happy about having his wife turned into a cat. He sat down on the porch step and stared at me. Arial and Cythia had each taken a protective position, hovering a few inches off the ground on either side of me. I have noticed that when situations get tense, the faeries will hum softly. It has a calming effect, like the time my little Chihuahua, Edie, got plopped on the head with cold wet snow.  She will always let us know when she is not happy, and by the sounds of her wild screaming that day, she wasn't happy! The faeries paralleled her every move, humming a gentle lullaby, until she stopped. Then of course she looked at us like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Arial and Cythia were humming like that now, but this time it was for Bill. When the shock began to wear off, and the two faeries were satisfied that he was calmer, they left my side. Arial went to perch on Bill's shoulder and Cythia proceeded to braid the strands of hair that she had pulled out of my head prior to my feline transformation. Arial repositioned herself on Bill's shoulder, leaning forward to observe Cythia's work. She scratched her head, "Potions are tricky things." Since Bill hadn't been home to witness my metamorphosis, Arial had to do a little explaining. "Unless you know the exact magical strength of the creature you are going to change into, it is hard to gauge the length of time before the potion wears off. Obviously Mrs. Shunners cat wasn't just a cat, or, the shape shifter had placed charms on it." "She won't stay like that will she? We have dogs, and gnomes!" Bill edged a little closer and held out his hand to me. "Please forgive me sweetheart, I had no idea you were a, he gulped, cat." I knew that I would have to make him dinner tonight, but right now I decided to play the cat role to the hilt. I turned my back and proceeded to lick my paws, glancing around to give him a detached look of disdain. "Tonight, you get tuna!" Meooow. Cythia finished the braid and wove it into the fur on the top of my head. She moved back  waving her wand over me and chanted. Pink sparkles fell from the tip and disappeared into the thick black fur. "That should do it! Her natural DNA will recognize the strands of hair and the transition back to her former human self will begin." We waited. When nothing happened, I started to get nervous and began pacing around in circles. "I can't stay this way, I can't stay this way!" Meeeeoow, meeeeoow! Bill stifled a shudder and gently rubbed my fur. "Ah honey! Thanks for that show of support, I forgive you, you don't have to eat tuna tonight!" Meow, Meoow. All of a sudden I felt a tingling, it started at the tip of my tail and worked it's way up my spine and out the tips of my ears. My eyes opened wide and I stood very still, waiting. Everyone else must have known that something was about to happen because they all took several steps away from me. For a split second, I felt as if the whole world was collapsing in on me. Everything compressed, then in a sudden explosion of sparkling pink light I materialized, and from the relieved smiles on their faces, looking quite myself. At first no one spoke, then, everyone was speaking at the same time. "Well done!"  "Welcome back." "I thought you would stay that way forever!" "What did it feel like?" "What's for dinner?" (that's my hubby, it's all about the food!). Faeries were buzzing around my head, Bill was hugging me. I think Warren and Odette even got in on the welcoming committee, of course, the dogs were barking madly. I let their relief wash over me, happy to be myself again, aside from a slight buzz in my head, I felt rather good. When the celebration had subsided, and Bill couldn't hug me any tighter, I extricated myself from his arms and stood back to look him in the eyes. With hands on hips, and with a mock tone of indignation in my voice, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:45 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/storms-chihuahuas-glowing-green-houses/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/storms-chihuahuas-glowing-green-houses/#comments Tue, 31 Mar 2009 17:53:22 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=785 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/storms-chihuahuas-glowing-green-houses/feed/ 1 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Creatures,Entertainment,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,Imagination,iron gate,signs,snowstorms,weird things "There is another way." Arial's words keep echoing in my mind. I remember the look in her eyes,  it was a look of cold determination. This was a side of Arial I hadn't seen before and I just knew that the "other way" wasn't going to  be easy. "There is another way." Arial's words keep echoing in my mind. I remember the look in her eyes,  it was a look of cold determination. This was a side of Arial I hadn't seen before and I just knew that the "other way" wasn't going to  be easy. I decided to wait a while before I asked the inevitable question. The storm had subsided a little, the wind had died down to  a relatively calm, steady, 35 miles an hour and it was a  balmy (Ha!) teeth-rattling, 10 degrees above zero, maybe Orlaith was getting over her anger. I ventured out at one point, to give the dogs a potty break. Chihuahuas do not like rain, or snow, or cold, or wind. They scurried back into the house, giving me an are you joking kind of glare. I can't blame them, I wouldn't want to go potty out here either! I let them back inside and then thought about my faerie sign. Glancing toward the back gate I made my way down the walk, pushing against the wind, searching for the sign. Like I suspected, it wasn't on the wall. I found it around the corner, against the border of the garden that runs between our property and Mrs. Shunner's, it was sticking out of a two foot high drift of snow. Looking from the sign, to the Shunner's house, then back to the sign again, I inched my way across the drive to retrieve it. Being this close to the neighbors house, a house that I knew harbored a dark creature from the faerie realm, filled me with shuddering dread. It was bitterly cold outside, and despite the warmth of the parka that I had on, I felt a chill run down my spine. Using my foot to move the snow away so that I could keep watch on the house, I began excavating the sign. As usual, the Shunner's yard was quiet as a tomb. The drapes were closed against the outside world, nothing moved. Nothing Moved! I suddenly noticed that even in this constant wind, the bushes on the Shunners property were standing completely still. Trees and shrubs all up and down the street were tossing madly back and forth, but not theirs. Oh, all right, you can't tell me I'm the only one seeing this! The comparison is glaring. Time suddenly stood still, the driving storm retreated, I thought back to when I first started seeing my faerie friends. It seems like a lifetime ago, so much has happened, but it has only been three months. I have been reading about and studying faeries for much of my life, I know that there bad faeries as well as good faeries, I just didn't count on being plunged into the middle of a world where faeries battled over control of their realm. I naively thought that if I ever saw faeries, they would just be these sparkly little beings flitting about my flowers (duh!). A blast of freezing wind shattered my concentration. I felt snow pelting my face and I realized that I had been standing there, for who knows how long, just staring at the Shunner's house. Even if people can't see the weird things going on over there, they can see me doing weird things, like standing outside in a bone-chilling snow storm. Who does that? I shook off my thoughts and bent to retrieve the placard. Standing up, I used my glove to brush away the snow and inspected the edges for damage.The sign was intact. I skimmed over the words with my finger, Truer words were never spoken, I wonder if the people who made the sign knew what they were writing. Something made me look up, glancing casually over at Mrs. Shunner's front window I saw her standing in full view, something she never does, she was standing motionless, watching me. She looked like the Mrs. Shunner we have come to know, but now her eyes were glowing dark red, and she wore an evil smirk. Startled, I jerked quickly around and started to make my way to the gate, the journey made easier by the wind  shoving me urgently away. As I started to round the corner of the house, I risked looking back. The drapes were drawn, and the little blue house with the black roof where our neighbors, the Shunners live, was radiating a sickly green-yellow light. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/#comments Fri, 20 Mar 2009 06:52:56 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=661 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/magic-happens/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,backyard,Creatures,Daily Life,Entertainment,faerie realm,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,garden,magic,Nature There's a sticker on my bulletin board that reads: "Magic Happens". I have always thought of it as an inspirational motto, but in light of  recent events, I am beginning to think that the phrase is more a foreshadowing of life itself. There's a sticker on my bulletin board that reads: "Magic Happens". I have always thought of it as an inspirational motto, but in light of  recent events, I am beginning to think that the phrase is more a foreshadowing of life itself. A good example of the saying "Magic Happens" is our next door neighbor, Mrs. Shunner. We just recently found out that she isn't what she appears to be at first glance. If you saw her on the street, you would say that she was a short woman with sandy brown hair, about thirty something, and on the shy side.  Ask any of her neighbors they will tell you that she keeps mostly to herself and rarely goes out. I know why she keeps to herself, it's because she's afraid that people will find out she's a shape shifter from the faerie realm, hiding in the mortal world until she's able to return and take control. Believe me, I know how this all sounds, but it's true, Mrs. Shunner has become aware of the presence of  faeries in my backyard and her curiosity is compelling her to take chances that she might not otherwise take. We stood at our window and watched as Mrs. Shunner came out her front door, held her arms wide, and morphed into a large black crow, flapping her wings to stay airborne as she shrank, the shining obsidian feathers reflecting the last of the suns light. I'd say that is about as magic as it gets. I can't believe others haven't seen her change, but then again, I have been living with faeries coming and going through the portal, I have experienced the realm on the other side, and I didn't know she was anything except an odd little woman. Arial says that the Shunners have placed invisibility charms around their property making it impossible for the neighbors to see anything mystical. She broke the field when she came snooping around our house, she didn't know that I had faerie vision and that once the she set foot on our property, she would no longer  be able to hide her true identity from me. When it comes to dealing with Mrs. Shunner there are two things that work in our favor. First is the fact that her power has been diminished. She has been away from her magical beginnings for so long that she can't do much more  than change shape and keep the charms around her property in force. Now that we know she is so close, Arial and the guard will be able to defend against her attempts to gain access to the portal. Second, she doesn't know that I can see what her abilities are. There is a feeling of security that comes from having my faerie guard close by. Half of them are on the faerie side, keeping trolls and other dangerous creatures from being able to come across, and the others, including Arial, stay on this side, making sure that a certain level of normalcy is maintained, (like my life is normal!) Tonight as I was closing the drapes, I glanced out the window, looking for any signs of Mrs. Shunner. Her house was dark, there were no signs of life but I had the errie feeling that she was in there, looking back, playing a waiting game. But waiting for what?... Will Mrs. Shunner be abel to find the portal? What do the dogs think of all the mess Warren is making as he builds the new gnome home? Visit with us again for more news from the misty world of Arial Hollyberry. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/#comments Thu, 12 Mar 2009 22:54:03 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=616 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/gnomes-in-my-pockets/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,chihuahuas,faerie realm,Faerie stories,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,Gnomes,walking,Writing Bill came home not long after my confrontation with Mrs. Shunner. He found me sitting on the back step with my chin resting in my hands, staring at the ivy hedge. Arial was on my shoulder braiding my hair as usual. When Bill walked up, Bill came home not long after my confrontation with Mrs. Shunner. He found me sitting on the back step with my chin resting in my hands, staring at the ivy hedge. Arial was on my shoulder braiding my hair as usual. When Bill walked up, Arial darted over to him, circled his head a few times, and laughed as she poked him in the cheek, then flew back. He sat down next to me, smiling and rubbing his cheek, then pretended to grab Arial, who giggled, flipped her wings once, and popped out of sight."Everything ok?" Bill is a very good listener. I let out all of my frustration, "I caught Mrs Shunner trying to come into the backyard a while ago, she had her hand on the gate. You should have seen her face, she was mortified. When I ask her where she was going, she made up some unconvincing story about her cat getting into the yard, but you know, I think she was just snooping. I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't have the neighbors being suspicious." He put his arm around me. "It's a nice day, why don't we go for a walk?" What a good idea! A little fresh air, some exercise, what a great idea. A stroll through the park would be just the ticket for reducing  stress. I ran in to put on my walking shoes. While I was lacing up the last shoe, my gnome friends, Warren and Odette scurried up to me. "Where you goin', can we come?" Their question was asked in unison, and a vision of Chihuahua's, one in each of  Bill's robe pockets popped into my head. "Do you mind riding in my coat pockets?" Just looking at their smiling, up-turned faces  and shinning eyes made it very difficult to say no. They jumped up and down with excitement, and when I had my coat on I held open the pockets for them. Odette jumped in first, not quite a swan dive, but not bad for a 6 inch tall gnome. She disappeared down in the bottom of the pocket, squirmed around until she was top up then stuck her head out so she could see. Warren was next, but he took  a more dignified approach. He asked me if I would hold out my hand so that he could stand on it and be placed gently in my pocket. Of course, I didn't mind. With gnomes in my pockets, I joined Bill who was waiting patiently on the back porch, humming to himself. Bill tells me that he has songs in his head all the time and we joke about the fact that he never knows all the words to any of them. Over the years we have come to call his singing thing,  KBIL--all of the songs, all of the time, some of the rhythm, and some of the rhyme. Depending on the song, sometimes it gets really funny. We walked in silence for a few minutes, until we were well down the street. Then Bill noticed my pockets moving. "What's that!" At that moment, Warren and Odette both stuck their heads out and grabbed on to the edges of my pocket to keep from slipping back down. "Hello sir!" It was uncanny how they would say things in unison.They had great big smiles on their faces as they looked around, obviously excited to be seeing more of their adopted world. I looked from them, to Bill and then back to them and quickly clapped my hands over their heads to keep anyone else from seeing them. With a chagrined look on my face I explained how they wanted to come with us, and how I didn't have the heart to say no. Bill took the little hand that Warren proffered and gave it a shake. "Just make sure that nobody sees you, okay?" We were off again, walking down the street chatting about work and the weather and different plants by the side of the path. The gnomes bobbed up and down with my steps, their pointed red and green hats turning back and forth as they made mention of this plant or that rock. It was nice to leave some of the stress behind for a while. On the way back we passed a hill, I noticed a single yellow crocus and pointed to it. "Hey look, the first spring bulb!" At first glance, it was a simple yellow crocus coming up out of the dirt, but when I looked closer I saw a tiny faerie pulling at the petals with both hands. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/mrs-shunners-cat/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/mrs-shunners-cat/#comments Wed, 11 Mar 2009 22:57:49 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=598 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/mrs-shunners-cat/feed/ 0 cat,Dogs,energy field,Faerie stories,faire realm,Fairie Stories,Fairies,Fantasy,Imagination,ivy hedge,mortal world,Nature Since the departure of the frost faeries for points north, it's been very quiet. Arial has been spending a lot of time through the ivy hedge with the emerald guard, helping to secure the portal and making sure that the dark unseen forces of the faerie ... Since the departure of the frost faeries for points north, it's been very quiet. Arial has been spending a lot of time through the ivy hedge with the emerald guard, helping to secure the portal and making sure that the dark unseen forces of the faerie realm can't seep through to reek havoc in the mortal world. Sometimes, when it's quiet, I can hear rustling sounds coming from the other side, accompanied by animal-like snuffling and growling. It's  at those times that I swear I can see the protective energy field around the portal waver and bow out, distorting the ivy and making the whole hedge look like it's a shimmering bubble. If the dogs are outside, they will whimper and back away with their tails tucked between their legs, refusing to go any closer than the edge of the patio. Arial assures us that the protection charms will hold and that the trolls won't be able to find the portal again, but when I hear those eerie,  noises coming from the parallel world on the other side of that hedge, well, lets just say that I have my doubts. With the weather getting warmer, I find myself filled with trepidation. The neighbors are outside more, waving to each other, or stopping by to say hello and catch up on the newest gossip. This social interaction isn't anything new, and normally I would welcome it, but this year is different and I will have to be careful not to get caught up in a conversation that betrays the confidence Orlaith put in me, or that makes anyone suspicious. There have been so many strange things happening in my backyard, quick flashes of colorful lights, mist that comes up suddenly and surrounds only my house, the eerie noises. You know, the kind of things that are normal in the land of the fae, but it's like Halloween all the time when it happens here. People are starting  to get curious. We have a neighbor, Mrs. Shunner, she lives in the house just to the west of us, her front walk borders our driveway so she has an unobstructed view of the large black iron gate leading to our backyard. Normally, the Shunners keep to themselves, choosing not to get involved with the rest of us on the block, but I noticed when we were watching the exodus of the faeries last week that the draperies at her front window were being held back just enough to give her a good look at what was going on in our driveway. I know that she must have seen me conversing with Arial, and knowing that she can't see my faeries, I can just imagine what she must have been thinking when she saw me talking to my own shoulder. I smiled and waved in her general direction and was relieved to see the curtains swing closed abruptly. Yesterday, as I was leaving to do some errands, I turned the corner leading to the garage and came face to face with Mrs. Shunner, she had her hand on the latch to the gate. We stood there, staring at each other and though I'm sure that the look on my face was comical, it was nothing compared with the shocked surprise on hers. I was the first to regain my composure. "Hello Mrs. Shunner, nice day, is there anything I can do for you?" I put my hand out and grabbed the gate to keep her from pulling it opened. She starred at me a split second longer, and started to stammer as she released the latch, pulling her hand behind her back. "I...you see it's my...it's just that I think..." She stopped to catch her breath, her eyes bulged out of their sockets like warts on a frog (maybe I'm being to graphic here). When she had collected her wits about her, she spoke again. "I saw my cat come back here and was just coming to get her." She swallowed hard and continued. "My! but you gave me such a scare! I didn't know you were home or, or I would have come to the front." In my mind I pictured myself as calm and composed but I knew that on the outside I probably looked just the opposite. "Maybe you should have tried that first, Mrs. Shunner, you know, just to be on the safe side, not that I think you were trespassing or anything like that. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/#comments Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:05:21 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=568 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/03/faerie-and-the-fire-rainbow/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,chihuahuas,faerie realm,Fairies,fire rainbow,garden,Gnomes,mountain lake,mountains,pumpkins,Switzerland,wind Arial said we must say goodbye to the faeries as they depart for the summer court in the north. It was a beautiful display of color, but we were being watched by Mrs. Shunner, our next door neighbor. Arial said we must say goodbye to the faeries as they depart for the summer court in the north. It was a beautiful display of color, but we were being watched by Mrs. Shunner, our next door neighbor. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:03 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/arial-and-the-emerald-guard/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/arial-and-the-emerald-guard/#comments Mon, 23 Feb 2009 21:08:53 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=468 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/arial-and-the-emerald-guard/feed/ 0 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/the-weight-of-responsibility/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/the-weight-of-responsibility/#comments Sun, 22 Feb 2009 19:25:45 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=457 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/02/the-weight-of-responsibility/feed/ 1