Three Twisted Knots

Tales of the Fae Lands


I May End Up Liking It There

From Lira:

I read that on some internet site I visited last time we were in a place with net access. “Be careful how far you push me away: I may end up liking it there.”

Another Fairelands Junction

Well, it’s been a weird year. My only travelling companion, and sometimes the only person I speak to for weeks on end, has been Uggla. Luckily, I can read (he can’t). Top hat and glasses notwithstanding, please understand that Uggla is a very dim bird. It’s a good thing he has predatory instincts; otherwise he’d probably try to catch fish in a pool table. But he’s my only friend, so I let him be, and at least he’s OK to talk to.

He’s also a pretty good dancer.

Seriously, Uggla’s best quality is he’s up for anything, no matter how stupid it is. So we do a lot of dancing like there’s no-one watch. Usually there isn’t. But I felt a pair of eyes on me, and we eventually stopped and turned to see a ginormous frog.

“Dinner?” Uggla asked.

“I suspect she would eat you instead,” I replied. We have similar conversations all the time.

“No claws. No beak. No wings. How’s she gonna catch me?”

I couldn’t argue with that. And then we saw the signs. Realm Markers. Realm portals.

“We’ve come back at last to the Great Faire,” I said. There would be folk I could talk to here.

“Looks quiet.”

“Well, it’s early in the morning,” I replied. “Everybody was probably up late dancing or something. They have a lot of parties at the Faire.”

Airship and Rainbow Light

“See that big airship over there?” I pointed. “They have a lot of parties on that ship.”

“Is there food?”

I just shook my head.

Go away.

I turned away from the ship view. “If you’re so hungry, why don’t you go fishing?” I suggested. “I’m holding out for something nicer once we hit a Realm with a good pub.”

“Hate fish. You know that. Can’t stand fish. Forest here though. Might be moles.” And off he flew. Don’t get me wrong: I love him and his bark, his laugh, and his complete lack of decorum. But sometimes it’s nicer when he’s not around.

Taking in the rocky forest

Fairelands Junction, I have been told, is a chameleon. She changes. Like a goddess, I think. She changes everything she touches, and everything she touches changes. Last Faire’s hulking stones are gone. The tangles of vines I remember are only that: a memory. Now I am in a mountainous land, with lush forest and the most beautiful lily pads.

Candles

The candles are here, though: they always are. They are lit for loved ones lost and remembered, lights for lights, I suppose. I have lost no-one, because I’ve not really had anyone. As a created creature, I knew only the Awenians who trained me and worked with me. And I’ve been away so long, I’m not sure they even remember me now. Years, now, it seems, I’ve been a nomad. No place to stack my books, or a place only for a little while, and the things you have to do to get by when you’re a nomad, well. I might have stolen some things.

A path to a cave

Ooh, but here, as I climb further and further up, the mists clear and I can see the gaping entrance to what must be a fascinating cave system ahead.

I’m tempted to go in immediately, but then I think of my poor Owl, out there trying to find his dinner, and I know he’d never find me and never willingly enter a cave without my company.

It takes hours, but I climb back down into the misty forest, and I’m so tired. You know, I think I’ll just rest here, in this beautiful estuary. I don’t think the frog will do me any harm. Just a little rest. I’m sure Uggla will be along soon.

Just a peaceful little nap

Notes & Credits:

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Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.

Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.

Caution: contains poetry.