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/garden/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/11/its-great-to-be-home/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/11/its-great-to-be-home/#comments Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:27:55 +0000 admin http://fairiefabels.com/?p=1779 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/11/its-great-to-be-home/feed/ 0 Arial,chihuahuas,fire faeries,groceries,Hawthorne trees,Roast,yellow leaves Unlike the faeries of Winter and Summer, the more subtle faeries of Spring and Fall choose a quiet, unassuming nature when it comes to the changing of the seasons. Bulbs are coaxed silently from the ground in the spring. New buds form on branch and bow. Unlike the faeries of Winter and Summer, the more subtle faeries of Spring and Fall choose a quiet, unassuming nature when it comes to the changing of the seasons. Bulbs are coaxed silently from the ground in the spring. New buds form on branch and bow... The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 7:15 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/warren-and-the-gigantic-tomato-vine/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/warren-and-the-gigantic-tomato-vine/#comments Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:10:13 +0000 admin http://fairiefabels.com/?p=1615 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/08/warren-and-the-gigantic-tomato-vine/feed/ 0 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/my-goblin-problem/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/my-goblin-problem/#comments Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:59:36 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1443 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/my-goblin-problem/feed/ 0 Arial,computer,Creatures,Faerie stories,Fairies,goblins,ivy hedge,Kevin Costner,Lilly The other day I walked into my magic room to find a couple of rather nasty goblins under my desk. They were hunched over and chewing on my computer cables. After chasing them around the room for a few minutes I called Arial to help get rid of the nefa... The other day I walked into my magic room to find a couple of rather nasty goblins under my desk. They were hunched over and chewing on my computer cables. After chasing them around the room for a few minutes I called Arial to help get rid of the nefarious creatures. "Arial! come quick! There are sneaky goblins reeking havoc on my computer!" Arial shot into the room followed by two glowing fire fairies. They formed a triangle around the two little slimy green beasts, pointed their wands at at the center and chanted: "Goblins green in face and arm Here to do the Kind One harm Be ye gone by count of three Lest we fairies clobber thee" Streaks of bright green light flashed from the fairie wands and surrounded the offending pair of goblins in a glowing bubble, then vanished in a burst of sparkles leaving only a  faint trace of footprints. Arial checked around the room to make sure that there were no more intruders. "That should do it. I think that it will be a long while before those two decide to come over again" I turned on the computer and tried to get on the internet. "Shoot! They have fried the modem cable." I checked to see if the lights on the router were flashing, nope, all dark. "Oh no, they wrecked the router too." I looked over at Arial and the other fairies. "It's going to take at least a week before I have this all replaced, what are people going to think if I don't keep them up to date on the fairie happenings?" Arial landed on my shoulder, her usual place, and whispered in my ear. "If you write it, they will come." Yeah, yeah, I know, ever since Arial discovered videos she spends entirely to much time watching TV. She is a HUGE fan of Kevin Costner. I had to think for a minute. "I guess I could try to tweet on my cell phone until my network is up and running again, it won't be the same, but I guess it will have to do. I wonder how they came through the portal, isn't it invisible anymore?" The three fairies put their heads together in a huddle then Arial floated back to my shoulder and stood with her hands behind her back. "It is the opinion of my colleagues that they came through the night you came back from the Midsummer celebration. Honeyed mead can make fairies a little, oh, how shall I say it, light headed." I frowned at her. "So what you're saying is that no one noticed that we had two to  many people in our group?" She giggled."We do love our celebrations." She stood a little taller and flipped her wings. "But we are now focused on the task at hand once more, never fear." The two fire faeries slid up beside her, nodding agreement. "Well, the damage is done, there is nothing else to do but go forward from here. Just make sure that the emerald guard is watching the portal." I thought back to the day the trolls hairy arm came through the ivy. "It could have been a much scarier creature." The three of them spun around my head, smiling and whispering words of consolation, then they winked out of sight. I have noticed something about the fire faeries, the air shimmers around them. The more determined they get, the more defined the shimmer becomes. When Arial and the two fire faeries winked out, the fire faeries had a very heavy shimmer around them. I looked out the window to see Lilly heading down the street toward her little white house, it looked like she was talking to someone, but there was no one with her that I could see. I squinted my eyes and looked harder, nope, there wasn't anyone else with her, not that I could see anyway. There is something more to her than she is letting on. I made a mental note to visit her again, maybe I can figure out what it is. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 5:43 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/2009/06/queen-alinas-promise-part-2/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/queen-alinas-promise-part-2/#comments Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:39:04 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1226 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/queen-alinas-promise-part-2/feed/ 0 Arial,butterflies,crystal doors,Ferns,Flowers,four seasons,Frost,shape shifters I looked around and saw that we were standing in the grassy meadow that I have come to know so well. Funny how it has started to feel a little like home. I couldn't help thinking, at least my life couldn't be called boring! I looked around and saw that we were standing in the grassy meadow that I have come to know so well. Funny how it has started to feel a little like home. I couldn't help thinking, at least my life couldn't be called boring! The Palace rose up in front of us. The last time I saw it, it was sparkling ice blue, all icicles and frost. Now, it was a warm pink. Vines of Wisteria and Honeysuckle wrapped around the columns, ferns were growing wildly everywhere. The crystal doors had be replaced with bamboo reeds that were woven together to look like gigantic butterfly wings. Wow! The spring faeries certainly decorated different than the frost faeries. Cythia lead the way up the steps. When we reached the top, the butterfly wings parted to reveal a beautiful fairy hovering just inside the arch. Tiny pink and purple flowers were braided into her long blond hair, and her crown consisted of masses of multicolored butterflies. I looked a little closer and saw that the wings of the butterflies were constantly moving. Before my eyes she transformed into a tall graceful elven like being, her gown was made up of layer upon layer of leaves that had been interwoven with a sheer gossamer fabric, it wasn't a fabric I had ever seen before. She came forward, took my hands in hers and smiled. Have you ever seen anyone smile with their whole face? It was like that, but more, when she smiled her face actually lit up, it glowed. "Welcome! Please do forgive me my bad manners. I had hoped to greet you much earlier than this, and under more favorable circumstances. Come and sit with me." She turned and held out a hand to Cythia. "Dearest, would you please have some nectar brought for our guest?" I was at a loss for words, I'm afraid I gave a very rude first impression but I didn't know how to respond. Here was a faerie queen treating me like I was the royalty, and it didn't help that Arial and the guard had retreated politely into the background. "Your Highness..."  she held up a hand to stop me. "Please, call me Alina." Okay, if I wasn't already feeling totally undeserving, that did it! I bowed my head, "Alina then, thank you." I continued. "Alina, please forgive me, but I'm afraid that I'm a little confused. Cythia and Arial have been being very, how shall I say it? Mysterious. Something about things that can impact me?" Alina sat back and sighed heavily. "Yes, that is my fault. I have instructed them both to be wary of divulging too much information. You never know if the walls have ears." I looked around the room quickly. "I thought that saying was just a cliche."  The queen laughed suddenly. "Oh, Kind One! You forget where you are! In the Realm, the walls can literally have ears, and I'm not to sure if that truth hasn't spilled over into your world." Her mood turned suddenly serious. "We have had reports from our allies in the dark woods that there are plans to use you as barter for pardoning the shape shifter, giving her the right to return to our realm. She wants to return and meet again with those who would overthrow the faeries of the four seasons." "Ages past, there were beings that could change into anything they had touched, these beings came to be known as shape shifters.  They believed that because they could change form, they were superior to the four seasons of faeries and should rightfully possess the keys of the crown and rule the realm. The four clans came together and exiled the shape shifters, denying them and their descendants, forever after, access to the realm that they so fervently wanted to control." "The four seasons of faeries worked together to produce a potion that could change anyone into the thing they touched, leveling the playing field." Alina cupped my face in her hands. "You, Kind One, are the only human to ever experience the  effects of the changeling potion, and you did it out of love for the fae. There is no way to ever repay our debt to you, you will be forever changed as a result. We must, no, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 8:08 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-caught-on-film/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-caught-on-film/#comments Fri, 22 May 2009 21:28:15 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1136 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-caught-on-film/feed/ 3 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-vision-its-all-in-the-bloodlines/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-vision-its-all-in-the-bloodlines/#comments Wed, 20 May 2009 22:23:09 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1119 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/faerie-vision-its-all-in-the-bloodlines/feed/ 0 bloodlines,Brighid,Faerie Vision,faeries,Fairie Stories,families,Ireland,magic,trees,Tuatha De' Danann We stood facing each other: a five foot, six inch tall human with long auburn hair and moss green eyes, holding out her hand, and a two inch faerie with  auburn hair hanging to her knees and bright crystal blue eyes, standing on the proffered hand. We stood facing each other: a five foot, six inch tall human with long auburn hair and moss green eyes, holding out her hand, and a two inch faerie with  auburn hair hanging to her knees and bright crystal blue eyes, standing on the proffered hand. The bright smile on Arial's face quickly dissolved into a look of serious contemplation. With hands on hips, she paced back and forth from finger tips to wrist and back again, her wings casting a multicolored  array of sparkles in the morning sun. "Bill only sees faeries because he is so near to you. We block his memory later, this is how we protect our involvement with humankind." She motioned for me to sit down and continued. "Queen Orlaith knew that this day would come, that you would eventually start asking questions, and she has left the decision to me as to when you should be  enlightened."  She cocked her head to one side as she looked at me closely, trying to decide if I could comprehend what she was about to tell me. "Faerie vision runs in the bloodlines, it is past down from one generation to the next. Only those with faerie blood in their veins have the ability to develop the talent. Human men and women  have faerie vision only because it has been past down to them  through their family. We have noticed that the males don't actually see faeries as much as they sense them or hear them. It is the females that can interact with faeries by seeing them in their physical form. Still, we have been surprised by the occasional male that can see us." By this time I was completely confused. Bloodlines? Inherited? I couldn't decide if I was  being dense, or if , on some level, I didn't want to hear what Arial was telling me. I chose to just sit there with my mouth shut and listen. Arial drifted over to my shoulder where she could braid my hair while she continued. " In the beginning of our history,The Tuatha De Danann settled in the northern most mountains of Ireland. They were a tall and graceful race of people who had magical abilities. The Formorians, who had settled the same area, were jealous of these newcomers and wished to posses their magic so they set out to conquer and enslave the Tuatha De Danann." "It wasn't until after several conflicts that the two races decided to join together as families, thus preserving peace in the land. Bres, a Formorian King and Brighid, a fair daughter of the Tuatha De Danann, were wed. This was how humans with  faerie blood began." "There was peaceful coexistence until the Milesians challenged the Tuatha De Danann and won. At that point, the Tuatha De Danann retreated underground into a parallel realm." Arial stood and shook her wings out, flipped them once and hovered in the air, gently swinging back and forth. I jumped at the chance to ask the question. "Are you telling me that I have faerie blood in me?" Arial beamed, delighted that I had caught the jest of her story and proceeded to perform intricate spirals in the air. "But what does that have to do with Bill not being able to remember seeing faeries?" Arial landed back on my shoulder and continued. "Our leaders were worried about the safety of those humans with faerie blood. If the Milesians ever found out, they would make sure that they ceased to exist. A group of faeries were charged with watching over and protecting these chosen ones, preparing for the time when they would help with the Tuatha De Danann's return." "At first, there were enough faeries to carry out the task, but as the generations unfolded, we needed help. We relied on humans who didn't have faerie vision, but who were blessed with exceptional intuition and sensitivity to watch over the chosen ones, we only stepped in as needed... Bill is your intuitive other half." My mind was reeling, could this be true? I had been so enthralled with Arial's story that I hadn't noticed the other faeries gathering in the branches above us. There were hundreds of them, sitting quietly among the soft green leaves, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:51 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/beltane-the-fires-of-renewal/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/beltane-the-fires-of-renewal/#comments Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:10:54 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1024 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/beltane-the-fires-of-renewal/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,Beltane,celebration,Fairie Stories,Fairies,fire,flower garlands,Gaia,Green Man,Irish,ivy hedge,Maypole "Spring Procession" by David Delamare The flower faeries of spring have been busy all week coxing the flower buds to appear in preparation of the May celebration of Beltane. The gathering of the faeries in May is second only to the raucous gala of Mid... "Spring Procession" by David Delamare The flower faeries of spring have been busy all week coxing the flower buds to appear in preparation of the May celebration of Beltane. The gathering of the faeries in May is second only to the raucous gala of Midsummer. Cythia has persuaded Arial to help her and the other flower faeries with all the arrangements for the festival tonight. All must be made ready for the arrival of  Alina, queen of the flower faeries. Arial and I were in the kitchen when Cythia suddenly popped in. "There you are Arial! Would you mind showing that group of faeries over there the best place for the Maypole?" She spun around and pointed to a group of five or six faeries who were hovering in the sunshine,their  wings shining. They were giggling and whispering to each other. Obviously not focused on the task at hand. "Not at all. Did you bring the potion for the Kind One?" Cythia's attention was distracted by the laughing chatter of the faeries. She tapped lightly on the window pane with her wand, "Ladies! Ladies please! Oh,  I am having such a hard time with them, all they want to do is play. Ladies!" Arial floated up behind her and tweaked her wing. "Cythia, would you please pay attention." "So sorry, what were you saying?" One of the faeries laughed and Cythia spun around, pointed her wand at the faerie, and a flash of light shot out of the tip and found its mark on the back of her head. There was a multitude of high piercing squeals and the group winked out. "My apologies Kind One." Cythia took a spot on my left shoulder. "Arial tells me that you are having trouble remaining intact." She giggled. "Sometimes these thing things happen, but I have a potion for you that should knock those nasty cat molecules out of you for good." She looked closely at my eyes, first one, then the other, pulling them open by my eyelashes. "Hum, it is strange though, usually my potions don't have this kind of effect on humans." Cythia drifted around to the side of my head and tweaked the top of my ear, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and ran her fingers through it. "Your hair is finer than a normal humans hair, and the red highlights are deeper. She came around to face me again, "Are you part elf?" "What? I don't think so, but I'm Irish on my mothers side of the family. Hey, how many times have you given potions to humans?" Arial scooted up beside Cythia with a look of excitement on her face . "Queen Orlaith gave her a blessing and bestowed on her a sacred crystal from her crown! I have never heard of her doing that with a human before." The two faeries exchanged knowing looks. "I think you're getting distracted again. Can I please just have the potion?" I pointed out the window. "I would love to have my voice back, and I think your girls need some supervision." We all watched as the pastel faeries of spring darted in and out of the ivy hedge playing tug-o-war with the flower garlands. "Hold out your hand." Cythia waved her wand and a small vial filled with cloudy blue liquid appeared in my upturned palm. "Drink this and you will be right as Gaia's rain in no time!" As soon as the little glass bottle had settled in my hand, Cythia grabbed Arial's and the two faeries rocketed for the door. "Come, sister Arial, we have so much to do before tonight!" Before they rounded the corner, Arial shouted, "you will come tonight, the Green Man will be there. We will be singing and dancing around the Maypole and jumping the fires of renewal, please come! I will send the emerald guard for you!" They were out the door and streaking for the ivy hedge before I could get a squeaky whisper of acceptance out. I turned my attention back to the  small bottle. Uncorking it, I carefully sniffed the contents. It smelled like grape jelly. I held it back and looked closely at it to see if there was anything unnatural floating in it. I wasn't eager to drink anything a faerie gave me after that last little incident, still, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 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/2009/04/krystal-in-a-bell-jar/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/krystal-in-a-bell-jar/#comments Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:15:16 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=935 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/krystal-in-a-bell-jar/feed/ 0 rescue, fairies, bottles, cats,arial hollyberry Entering Mrs. Shunner house was the last thing the Kind One ever thought she would be doing. Now here she was, about to go where no faeire ever would. Will her mission to rescue the kidnapped faerie, Krystal, be successful? Entering Mrs. Shunner house was the last thing the Kind One ever thought she would be doing. Now here she was, about to go where no faeire ever would. Will her mission to rescue the kidnapped faerie, Krystal, be successful? There are sinister forces waiting inside, waiting to stop anyone, or anything that threatens to ruin Mrs. Shunners plans. I turned my attention to the bottles sitting high on the counter. Pulling myself up on my hind legs and stretching my head forward, I craned my neck, trying to see the bottles at the back. No good, the light was bad and there were far to many bottles and jars. Some of them were so dusty I couldn't see what was in them. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no