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/imagination/ http://fairiefabels.com/2011/01/a-sparkling-new-year/ http://fairiefabels.com/2011/01/a-sparkling-new-year/#comments Mon, 03 Jan 2011 23:38:36 +0000 admin http://fairiefabels.com/?p=2291 http://fairiefabels.com/2011/01/a-sparkling-new-year/feed/ 0 Arial Hollyberry,centaurs,energy,excitement,faeries,forest,giggling,golden flask,magic,mortal world,moss,Mrs. Shunner I sat up, opened my eyes, and found myself sitting at the base of an old oak tree. The ground was covered with thick, deep green moss and soft, decaying pine needles. Tall fern fronds were growing everywhere. I sat up, opened my eyes, and found myself sitting at the base of an old oak tree. The ground was covered with thick, deep green moss and soft, decaying pine needles. Tall fern fronds were growing everywhere. It was warm and humid and the scent of honeysuckle, lavender, and pine hung heavy in the air. The smell was the sweet, clean smell of  spring. I blinked several times trying to bring my eyes into focus. It took a few minutes, but soon my sight cleared and I was able to make out what recently just looked like huge, shadowy stick like beings. Everywhere I looked I saw nothing but tall, old pine trees and undergrowth. The sun was filtering through the canopy of the forest in hazy, golden rays, hitting the shadowed forest floor in gleaming pools of emerald light that danced around as the trees swayed peacefully back and forth. How long have I been here? My head was throbbing, keeping time with the woodpecker high in trees that was doing it's best to imitate a jackhammer. Thinking as hard as I could with my head pounding, I tried to remember where I am, and how I got here...I looked around again, wherever here is. Funny, I thought it was winter. I know this because Bill and I were just putting up our Christmas  tree. I remember Warren and Odette hanging silver ice-sickles on the bottom-most branches and chasing the dogs who were constantly darting in, grabbing a mouthful, then dashing off in a daring game of keep away. I pushed myself up, using the tree as a brace. The world tilted sharply. Whoa! I felt like I had had just a little to much to drink. Where am I? Then it came flooding back in waves of remembered music and dancing...the Yule Ball! Well that answers the question of the headache, faeries have the most delectable honeyed mead. It is wonderful, but a little goes a long way. I held my head and tried to steady the world as it spun around me. Raising my voice, I called out to the forest at large, "Anyone here!?" I winced, the sound of my voice pounded in my ears and drove spikes into my brain. I decided that yelling was out of the question. I didn't have to repeat myself. Soon, five dazzling streaks of light flashed through the underbrush. They darted and danced all around me. To fast for my dizzy brain to keep up with. "Hey! Please! slow down!" The five faeries who I know all to well came to an abrupt stop, causing me to fall backward and plop down on the lush, velvet moss. Sunny, Bella, Pip, Ferne, and Arial, glided slowly down until they were in front of my face, about three inches from my nose, then hung in mid air, all talking and giggling at the same time. I had to smile, it's the same old routine every time the group gets together. Faeries! They are so flighty and full of energy. Holding my arms out, I waved my hands frantically back and forth. "Okay, okay, OKAY!! One at a time, I can't understand you when you speak all at once". The excited chatter died down, then Bella, Pip, and Ferne got behind me to push, while Sunny and Arial each took one of my hands to pull me to a standing position. Much to my surprise, it worked! Note to self...never, ever, underestimate the strength of a faerie. The movement was so fast that it felt like all the color drained out of my face. Arial darted in close, perched on my shoulder and ask in a slightly worried tone. "Kind One? Are you alright? You wanted to stand-up, didn't you?" It took a moment to gather my wits and my balance, but I managed to stay standing once I was up. "Arial!" my voice came out all breathless. "What in the Goddesses name went on at the party last night!?" All the faeries giggled and Arial replied, "Last night? Kind One, you have been here for a week. I must say, it was a delight to see how you got on with the Centaurs! At one point, you even tried to ride one!" Pip was bouncing up and down behind Arial, her wings all sparkling red and gold. "I helped! I helped!" Needless to say, that set off another round of chirps and giggles. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 9:47 http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/ember-in-faerie-land/ http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/ember-in-faerie-land/#comments Wed, 17 Feb 2010 22:11:23 +0000 admin http://fairiefabels.com/?p=2072 http://fairiefabels.com/2010/02/ember-in-faerie-land/feed/ 0 The Kind One realizing she was lost in the dark forest at night, cried out for Arial. A spectral ghostly faerie appeared in the mist. The faerie whispered, and promised to take The Kind One to safety. It was just a ruse to give the being a chance to lu... The Kind One realizing she was lost in the dark forest at night, cried out for Arial. A spectral ghostly faerie appeared in the mist. The faerie whispered, and promised to take The Kind One to safety. It was just a ruse to give the being a chance to lull her with mind-numbing spells. The Kind One was drifting into unconsciousness and breathing with great difficulty. She was dying. At the very last moment before she totally succumbed, golden lights like fireflies drifted through the mist and landed on her outstretched hand. Then they gathered and formed a large orb of golden light which catapulted straight at the misty faerie. She shrieked, as her true self was revealed. This was no faerie at all, but some evil creature with black eyes and leathery wings. ~~~~~~ I hit the mossy ground hard. The beast, now devoid of all life was spiraling out of control and heading,  face first straight toward the spot where I had landed. I could hear its wings whistling through the sky as it plummeted earthward. I knew I would be crushed if I didn't move fast but my brain wasn't sending the message to my legs so I just sat there, watching the large, bulky body growing ever larger. Blocking out more and more of the sparkling orbs as it fell. I was jerked, unceremoniously, behind a towering oak tree at the last minute. The lifeless body of the enormous creature hit the ground hard, making a huge crater in the soft earth. The impact shook the surrounding forest like a bomb, sending dirt and debris flying in every direction. "Whoa!" I shook my head and rotated my shoulder. The feeling was beginning to return causing it to ache and throb. "I could have been totally smashed!" A young woman with long fiery red hair stepped out from behind the tree and stood by my side. "Yeah, you really could have. Good thing I dropped by." I jumped back at the sound of another human voice. Keeping a small bush between us (I don't really know what protection a small bush would afford but it was all I had) I stared at the stranger in shock and amazement. "Who are you!? And where did you come from?" I was having a hard time keeping the stress of my recent brush with death out of my voice. I shook a half closed fist at her. "Don't come any closer or I'll, or I'll..." "Or you'll what? She brushed her hair back away from her face and smiled. "Is that any way to say thank you? I just saved your life." I pulled up my tattered gown and sat down on a soft patch of moss and indicated for her to sit beside me. "I'm so sorry, I have had a really bad night. Seeing someone else in this forest, alone, gave me a quite a fright. You can't really trust things to be what they look like in the fairy realm." "Oh, I understand, I have had so many adventures that nothing surprises me any more.  But I'm not alone." She leaned back and reached behind a small tree. "You can come out now."  I watched as a small fury creature with large owl eyes and hands that look like they were borrowed from a spider money crawled from under a bush and onto the girls shoulders, wrapping its thick, bushy, tail around her neck. "Let me introduce myself. I am Ember Innocenzi and this is Perhluna, my traveling companion." Perhluna waggled hello with flat tipped fingers. "As for where we came from...that's complicated. But I can tell you that we were dropped here by a very accommodating dragon by the name of Illustratia." "I'm afraid that you haven't had a very warm welcome. The faerie realm is a lovely place and the gardens around the queens palace are very peaceful. But the dark wood can be dangerous at night. I think we had better stay put until first light. Maybe Arial will have found us by then." I leaned my head against the oak tree and closed my eyes, aware of Ember's curious stare. Without opening my eyes, I asked the question. "Yes?" Perhluna disentangled his furry tail and went off in search of something to eat and Ember laid down on her side, propping her head in her hand. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/she-still-knocks-me-out/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/she-still-knocks-me-out/#comments Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:17:34 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1492 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/07/she-still-knocks-me-out/feed/ 0 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-invisible-walls-of-elvenwood/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-invisible-walls-of-elvenwood/#comments Sat, 20 Jun 2009 19:28:20 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1369 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/06/the-invisible-walls-of-elvenwood/feed/ 0 charms,escort,invisible walls,platform,sunlight,trees Odette and I followed Elendain up the rope bridge to a large platform high in the tops of the gigantic evergreen forest. We burst out of the branches into bright morning sunlight that spread as far as we could see. I stopped at the end of the bridge, Odette and I followed Elendain up the rope bridge to a large platform high in the tops of the gigantic evergreen forest. We burst out of the branches into bright morning sunlight that spread as far as we could see. I stopped at the end of the bridge, holding tight to the rough rope. "Is it safe up here? I mean, won't we fall off if the wind starts to blow?" Elendain turned back to me, smiling. "My dear, we have been here since the dawn of time, no one has ever "fallen off". Come, walk with me and I'll show you." She held out her hand to me. "I promise, you won't feel even a whisper of movement." I took her hand and carefully stepped out onto the large, round platform. Elendain continued. "We live in harmony with nature, we respect Gaia and she respects us, the wind never blows strong in these woods. Walk to the edge and put out your hand." I moved gingerly toward the edge, a tingling sensation of dread crawling up my spine. Stopping about five feet back, I held out my hand toward empty space. Elendain glided up behind me. "That's right, keep going. Hold your hand out in front of you, yes, that's right." I nervously inched my way closer to the edge of the platform. Two feet to go and my hand hit something. My eyes told me that there was nothing there, but my touch said there was a wall in front of me. With my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open, I took a few more steps closer and put both hands out, palms forward, and mimed  my way around the entire platform. "It's an invisible wall!" Elendain motioned for me to return to her side. "There are charms all through the elvenwood. This great hall is where we hold all of our celebrations and we prefer to be as close as we can to the heavens. That is why we charmed the ceiling and walls to be invisible. Odette was giggling under her breath, with a mischievous look on her face she darted toward the edge. At the last moment, before she could leap out into the blue sky, she turned her body and smashed, shoulder first into the invisible wall. "Oh, Odette don't...". She rolled on the floor at my feet laughing hysterically. "Ah missus, these inviseeble walls mess with yer brain they do. Lettin ya think yer gona fall."  Elendain was laughing too. I turned toward her with a mock look of exasperation. "Don't encourage her." I tried to keep my voice stern but it's hard not to laugh when everybody around you is laughing. Somewhere below a flute played. Elendain turned toward the east. "Your escort is arriving." In the distance I could see bright flashes of red, orange and yellow all through the dark green of the trees, it looked like tiny  fireworks moving toward us. As we made our way down, dropping once more into the  shelter of the evergreen boughs, I had a thought. "Elendain? If there are charms all through these woods, how did a troll find you? When Arial and the emerald guard helped me get home through the woods by the faerie palace, they kept throwing little silver orbs into the bushes at the side of the road. They said that it made the path invisible to the trolls and since they couldn't see the road, they would wander off in another direction." A shadow of doubt played across Elendain's face. Her eyes darkened the way Lilly's did the day Lucy and I walked down the street in front of the little white house. Elendain's voice pulled me back from my musings. "Yes, that is a good question, and one I will be looking into, but for now..." She stopped at the bottom of the tree and stepped to one side to let me pass in front of her. "Your escort is here." I looked up, flying toward us through the lingering mist on the forest floor, came hundreds of  faeries riding on fireflies. © Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 5:37 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/2009/05/real-men-dont-see-fairies/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/real-men-dont-see-fairies/#comments Mon, 11 May 2009 20:56:11 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1069 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/real-men-dont-see-fairies/feed/ 1 believe,Black Cats,Faerie Vision,fairy world,Gnomes,Imagination,ivy hedge,portal,pumkin house,Spring Festival I'm Bill, you know the one that thinks it's all about the food? Maybe that is true, but it isn't my fault, after all, men since before cavemen have been the hunter gatherers. That was our main job. Find food. So, you see, because I'm a guy, I'm Bill, you know the one that thinks it's all about the food? Maybe that is true, but it isn't my fault, after all, men since before cavemen have been the hunter gatherers. That was our main job. Find food. So, you see, because I'm a guy, I was naturally born with it. Besides, my mother told me to eat so I could get big and tall. I did, and now I'm big and tall enough to take on any ol' woolly mammoth that comes along. Not by myself, of course, but with my other hunter gatherer buddies. Just kidding about the woolly mammoth. I know they are extinct. But an elephant...how about an elephant? Gee, now I'm hungry. I think I'll go make a sandwich. The other day my wife showed me her journal pages. I said, "You are making this up, aren't you?" She said, "No." "What do you mean--no? Do you really believe there is a portal in the ivy hedge where fairies come into this world?" I looked at her like I thought she might be going bonkers. After all, fairies, who in their right mind, believes in fairies? I knew she liked fairies because we have porcelain figurines all around the house of pretty girls with wings. Decorations she calls them. Just decorations.  I wondered if that is what she was talking about, those little statues. Now she was looking at me like I was the one that was cracked. "Bill," she said, "You've been to their world. You've met Arial and her mother. You saw me transformed from a cat." "No I didn't. How can you say those things? I haven't been to any faerie world and you certainly haven't been any gol darn cat! If something like that had happened, I would remember it. A cat, boy have you got some imagination." She almost shouted, "Don't you remember the Spring festival? And how about the gnomes living under our sink?" "Under our sink?" "Yes, I'll show you." With that she flung open the cabinet doors and said, "There is their pumpkin house. Odette will you come out?" I guess the imaginary thing she called Odette said no, because I didn't see any gnomes or pumpkin house either. All I saw was the trash can, cleanser, a box of scrubbing pads, and some air freshener. To be fair the box of scrubbing pads was kind of pumpkin orange. "What?" my wife asked, leaning her head toward the open doors. I didn't know what she was doing, but it looked like she was talking to somebody. This could be worse than I imagined. Right now I started making plans for taking care of stuff while she was locked away in some looney bin. I don't know much about nut houses, having never been to one before. Should I pack some clothes or do they provide those at the home? How about a bathrobe, and slippers? I don't even know who to call. Do I dial 911 and say my wife is out of her ever lovin' mind? " "Of course, that explains it. Thank you Odette." She turned to me, slipped her hand around my arm and twined our fingers. She smiled at me lovingly and moved to lead me out of the kitchen.  "Let's sit in the other room." She wasn't mad anymore, but this was too good to be true , this sweet act she was playing at. It was almost as scary. I was suspiciously sure she was nuts, but I was willing to hear her out. I'm nothing if not reasonable. "Bill, honey, the reason you can't remember seeing the fairies and couldn't see the gnomes is because you haven't developed your fairy vision. " "Huh?" "Oh, don't feel bad, there are only a few of us who have it, and none are men." Thank goodness this mental illness only strikes women. Just because she now has bats-in-her-bellfry doesn't mean I'm going to get it too. I didn't say that though, I just said, "Whew." She ignored that sigh of relief from me and went on. "Fairies are magical you know. When you are close to them you see them, and can talk to them. If you get further than ten feet away you can't see them anymore and the memory of them fades away like a dream. Do you understand? Bill, have you had any odd dreams lately?" I didn't want to admit it, but there was something in what she said. The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 5:29 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/dancing-with-the-green-man/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/dancing-with-the-green-man/#comments Thu, 07 May 2009 08:28:49 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=1045 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/05/dancing-with-the-green-man/feed/ 0 Beltane,celebration,dancing,Fairie Stories,Flowers,forest,Green Man,ivy hedge,leaves,Mayday,Maypole,procession The Emerald Guard appeared at the ivy hedge as promised to escort us to the Mayday festivities. We could hear the bright music and the high tinkling laughter of the faeries echoing through the forest as soon as we past through the portal into the faeri... The Emerald Guard appeared at the ivy hedge as promised to escort us to the Mayday festivities. We could hear the bright music and the high tinkling laughter of the faeries echoing through the forest as soon as we past through the portal into the faerie realm, The long rays of the sun shinning through the high canopy of branches made the spring leaves glow bright green. Pools of deep green shade made a nice backdrop for the long flower garlands the faeries had draped along the path leading to the meadow where Arial had instructed the maypole be placed. I glanced around nervously, wondering if trolls were lurking in the underbrush. Almost on que, as if she could read my mind, Arial zipped out of the honeysuckle vines the were growing in a matted tangle at the base of a Hawthorne tree. "Good, good, you have come!" She was carrying a crown of flowers woven together with pastel ribbons. "We have taken a vote and it was unanimous, all the faeries have elected you to be the Queen of the May. Bill and I exchanged a quizzical glance. "Just what exactly does that mean?" I had to ask, I wasn't sure I wanted any surprises. Cythia and a few more flower faeries joined us as Arial explained. "For the purpose of the Beltane celebration the Queen of the May acts as the physical form of Mother Earth and leads the parade around the court, accompanied by the green man, who symbolizes the spirit of the plant kingdom and the ever renewing cycle of life. The procession moves forward just as spring moves toward summer." "If I am the queen, who is the green man?" I looked from one faerie to another, squinting my eyes in a suspicious scowl. All the faeries burst into loud peals of laughter. The sight of these tiny beings rolling around on the ground, so to speak, in mid-air with their multi colored pastel skirts tumbling around their heads and their wings fluttering madly was too funny and I found myself grinning brightly. "Kind One..." Arial held her side and tried hard to catch her breath. "The green man is the Green Man, he always has been. He lives in the trees and come out once a year signaling the return of the bright cycle of the year." I couldn't wait to see the walking spirit of the plant kingdom. "Okay, I'll do it. Lead on!" Arial and Cythia flew ahead of us as we walked down the path and out into a meadow. The maypole had been placed in the center and was tied at the top with long pastel streamers that were waving in the light breeze. The sky above was thick with faeries, singing and playing flutes. I leaned close to Bill, "At least this will be more fun than turning into a cat!" He didn't say anything, but put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me tightly. Cythia motioned for Bill to take a seat on some large purple pillows, after making sure that he had food and drink she helped Arial  place the flower wreath on my head and signaled the beginning of the procession. Out of the forest behind us came a tall stately being, moving in slow, graceful strides. This was the Green Man. He was completely covered in leaves, his hands consisted of fine branches twined together forming fingers and his legs looked like young oak trees. He moved up beside me and stopped. After bowing to Cythia, he turned to face me. Without saying a word, he looked me over from head to foot then extended his arm for me to hold (I was having a very hard time keeping my mouth from hanging open). I took his arm and we began moving around the meadow, gradually moving faster as we approached  the center where the maypole stood. The faerie crowd was cheering and whistling. More than once I saw Arial at the edge of the group with a proud smile on her face. As we reached the maypole, several faeries, the green man and I took a streamer and began dancing in and out, weaving around the pole as lively music played. When the streamers had been woven tightly around the maypole and we were all out of breath from laughing and  dancing, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry no 6:22 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 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/easter-means-digging-in-the-garden/ http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/easter-means-digging-in-the-garden/#comments Sun, 12 Apr 2009 21:22:58 +0000 Arialhollyberry http://www.fairiefabels.com/?p=926 http://fairiefabels.com/2009/04/easter-means-digging-in-the-garden/feed/ 0