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I have only myself to blame for ending up in the realm of the Fae, however in my defense, I have had no experience with peeking through openings into other worlds! So when a four foot tall faerie tells you to follow her and hands you a bowl of fruit, you don’t question it, you just follow.

We walked in silence, the flute that I had heard earlier was gone, the only sound that I heard was the rustling of the tall grass (that must have been what I heard when I was standing with my ear to the ivy). As we got closer I could see that there were hundreds of faeries darting in and out of the various openings in the sides of the ice palace. It had the effect of a huge undulating rainbow in the sunlight. (it sort of looked like a colorful beehive, but not with bees).

We crossed over a sparkling bright blue stream, where fish that looked like they were half butterfly and half  goldfish were jumping in and out of the water. We entered the palace through massive crystal doors. Inside, the walls reflected the sunlight at all angles, making the palace glitter.

There were more of the tall faeries, and they were all walking, well, sort of walking, it was more of a glide (I guess they don’t fly unless they are tiny). My escort guided me under an arch into a room that had a light pink glow, ” the queens court will be with you shortly.” She glided back through the arch the way we had come to leave me standing all by myself.

It wasn’t long before streaks of purple and green, which could only be Arial and Ferne, came whizzing around my head. Only after I was really dizzy did they stop and light on my shoulders. “Hey Ferne, you must have finished cleaning up under the Hawthorne tree. Do you think our new gnome friends will be happy with your work?” She smiled and nodded and began to braid my hair as if it were the most normal thing in the world for me to be here.

Arial look a little more bemused, she likes things a little more, how can I say it, arranged? This wasn’t what she would have wanted and her expression said so. “well, how was I supposed to know that I would spin out of control and land smack in the middle fairyland if I looked through that hole!?” She poked me in the shoulder then started to pace, stopping every few steps to tap her foot and shake her head. Gee, you’d think she was unhappy or something.

There was a high clear chime that sounded three times and four of those same tall graceful faeries entered through an arch in the wall that hadn’t been there a couple of minutes before. The wall had  just melted away. Behind them, in the Great Hall, sat the faerie queen, Orlaith. She was as tall as the four faeries by my side, which was odd, I had seen her just the other day and she was a tiny sparkling white faerie. I was confused.

We approached the throne where she sat and the four faeries left me and went to stand on either side of her chair (which was made of ice, of course). I looked around, the hall had filled with dozens of faeries of all sizes. They were all smiling, some were humming, but they all looked happy which was a relief. I thought I was in real trouble from the way Arial had been acting.

Arial landed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear…”bow down!” I had completely forgot my manners! I held my arms wide open, and holding the small bowl of berries in my right hand, bowed my head and did my best courtesy. “Forgive me my bad manners Queen Orlaith I did not mean to offend the court of the frost faeries by coming here uninvited. ” I remembered the berries and held them forward, “I bring you a gift.”

The bowl dissolved in a spray of white light and appeared in Orlaith’s outstretched hand, her laugh echoed through the great hall like a million carillon bells. “Stand, Kind One. Our invitation to you is always open. You will always be welcomed in the court of the frost faeries, stand and be at peace!” I stood and was immediately surrounded by faeries of all sizes and colors laughing and pinching (is that something normal for them?) and giving light faerie kisses.

I ask Arial, who had taken up a proprietary spot on my shoulder, “how am I going to get home?” She smiled and shook her head. “What!? I can’t go home?” Orlaith came up behind me, took my hand and said: “you will stay with us this night, we will feast, and dance, and sing, in the faerie circle. There will be no talk of leaving now.” Orlaith  winked out in a flash of white light. “But….I need to go home, people will worry.”

I looked up at the frosty white dome of the great hall and wondered, What is Bill doing?….

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

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