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“If you stand like that any longer, your going to freeze that way!” Bill was standing in the doorway watching me as I satisfied my curiosity about the ivy hedge. I jerked up at the sound of his voice and jumped back like I was about to be bitten by a snake. “How long have you been standing there?” My mind was racing, it had been nighttime, I was the guest of honor in the middle of a faerie circle with faeries dancing and singing all around me.

“Did you see that!?” I didn’t really think he did, but I thought I would ask anyway, just in case. “See what?” he was looking at me a little funny now. Looking back over my shoulder I point at the ivy. “The…all the…but they were just, there.” I pointed at the ivy again and scratched my head. The memory of the faerie celebration was already starting to fade. Realizing that everything that had happened on the other side of the ivy, the whole day, had only been a few minutes here, I decided not to say anything else, Bill would think I had really lost it.

Looking down, I see that I had dropped the green package of gnome building materials on the ground at my feet, oh good, a way to change the subject, “guess what?” It looks like we will be having house guests. Now it’s Bill’s turn to scratch his head, I could tell that he was having a very hard time keeping up with the conversation. “I’m sorry, didn’t you just ask me…I mean, is there something over…” He pointed toward the ivy just as two streaks of color plowed through the hedge.

It was Arial and Sunny. They buzzed around my head in an almost anxious manner, pinching and poking and starring at me as if I weren’t real. Bill smiled, “they’re back!” Then he turned and went back in the house. Things are back to normal, well as normal as they ever are now days. Still a little light headed, I had to slow the girls down. “Stop, stop stop! What? Will you please stop spinning around me!?”

The two of them took up a spot on each side of my head and began to braid my hair (they love to braid my hair!) Something flashed through my memory, something about a flat rock and music, and as weird as it sounds, a unicorn, but then dissolved and was gone. Whoa, what a weird feeling that was. As if they knew what had just happened, they began to flit about in a worried way. “Oh, for heavens sakes, I’m ok, so stop already!”

A mist was beginning to form around the base of the trees and I was getting cold, so I started back toward the patio with the supplies for the gnome home under my arm. I was about to open the door when I felt a tug at my pant leg, and a small voice said, “excuse me”….

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

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sunsetWinter gives us the best sunsets. I don’t really know why, maybe it’s the humidity combined with the angle of the sun, all I know is that when the clouds feather out across the western sky we get beautiful, fleeting sunsets.

Dusk in the land of the faeries on the other hand lasts for at least an hour, I think. It’s hard to tell because there aren’t any clocks. I really wonder if time is different here. Everything seems to melt together into one phenomenal whole, what I mean is, in the land of the Fae you don’t say, I did this thing at 10:00 and then we went here around 2:00, it’s more like everything happens all at the same time.

The sun was going down, but I couldn’t tell where west was. Everything just got darker, and the sunset looked like the whole sky was a dome swirled with iridescent pink and orange (no clouds). I think I know why the faeries are attracted to the flowers in the garden, it reminds them of their home.

Standing at the entrance to the palace, I watch as the last of the light fades from the sky. It seems like I have been here forever,  I would really like to be back home with Bill and my dogs.

My faerie friends have been very gracious, coming and going, bringing me stuff, making sure that I have anything I want. I would have thought that being in an ice palace would freeze me but I haven’t been the least bit cold, it must be the “faerie charms” they have set around the Palace.

After the sky was completely black, Sunny and Arial darted in through the arch followed by Bella, Pip, and Ferne. The faeries were  in a flutter, shooting back and forth, and then around in circles, they laughed as they tried to braid my hair, all at the same time. It was sort of cute having  my own tiny ladies in waiting. After my hair was done in a riot of tiny braids and I had long garlands of roses draped all over me, they led me outside, through a beautifully kept herb garden, and down a steep path bordered with huge ferns and thousands of faerie globes that glowed with a soft white light.

The end of the path opened out onto a wide, flat meadow surrounded by giant oak and willow trees. Every so often pine trees could barely be seen mixed into the background. There were Honeysuckle bushes and Ivy everywhere underneath the trees (I bet that’s why Sunny always smells like honeysuckle!)

I was led to a flat rock the jutted out of the mossy carpet of grass and they  motioned for me to sit on it, so I did. I sat there and watched as the whole meadow filled up with faeries, even more than I had seen when we arrived at the palace. They were glowing, like they do all the time. Each had a globe that they held in front of them and they all moved in unison to an unheard tune.

When the last of the faeries had taken their place, Orlaith, Queen of the Frost Faeries, materialized in a shower of bright white sparkles in the very middle of the field and a hush fell over the crowd. She hovered several feet above the group, her wings glittered in the darkness and her gown whorled around her in a fine mist. I noticed the she was smaller than when she received me at the palace, but slightly larger than the rest of the court gathered around her.

Awestruck at the spectacle unfolding right in front of me, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. Sunny must have noticed because she  came around and gently pushed my chin up. I smiled at her and held up my hand for her to sit on. She landed on my palm and turned to watch the show.

Orlaith held up her wand and waved it over her head, the dark canopy of the sky lit with stars, larger and brighter than I have ever seen, then she waved the wand toward one side of the meadow and great tables of food and drink appeared. Immediately, there was a huge surge of little faerie bodies toward the tables.

th_fairyringdanceArial brought a goblet over to me along with a plate of small biscuits and strawberries. I watched in amazement as the glass and plate grew to fit my grasp (more faerie magic). We ate and sang, first one group of faeries and then another took turns dancing around in a circle in the middle of the meadow. I couldn’t tell where the music was coming from, it seemed to echo out in all directions. At one point I could swear that I saw other small creatures coming out of the forest to join in the festivities. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, yes, there across the meadow a brilliant white unicorn had wandered out to see if there was a biscuit left for her.

The merrymaking went on into the wee hours of the morning. I can remember lying back on the rock where pillows had been placed.  I felt unusually sleepy and just couldn’t keep my eyes open.  A mist sprang up all around me and opened my eyes just in time to see Orlaith raise her wand and point it right at me….

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

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