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Seline Combfaery.

Seline Combfaery – Decided as a young faerie that her quest would be to locate Mother Canola. Rumour among the fairies had it that Canola had hidden herself away from Quont’s pursuits. Not a single faerie knew the exact location, some guessed and made assumptions that Sara Dragonmist was the only one to know and she was renown for being tight lipped on the matter. Therefore, Seline set forth on a path that was not the norm for faerie of her ilk. She became a gypsy faerie.

 

It was in Teevil, on Morla day 26, in the age 1250 that Seline began setting her plans in motion. There was a lot for her to consider. After all, she just could not fly off into the wilderness. She had to research and asks unobtrusive questions of her elders. Then there was her nourishment requirements and how she would disguise herself to be taken into account. Seline knew there was going to be lot of things she needed to do before she went on her quest and she knew there would be even more that she would forget. Nevertheless, with steely determination she set forth asking questions.

 

As Seline was barely 15 seasons, she knew it would be difficult to find answers and she had to avoid certain elders that were just a little more perceptive than other elders were. Seline decided that first she would look at her disguise, whilst she travelled the lands of Mernac

 

Her hereditary lack of external ears was not hard to disguise, her fiery titian red hair covered them easily. Seline was considered somewhat a rarity that she could hear so well. Seline understood the hand speak of most of the faerie clans and could easily interpret dialect changes. She had learned from a young age that to interrupt whilst other faeries were conversing in hand speak was considered as rude. Seline would never forget that day!

 

Elder Charissa Hairknot was the one that she had interrupted and it was she who picked Seline up by her baby wings, firmly planting her in the middle of a lavender bush. It took Seline days to remove the dregs of the leaves and flowers, as she kept nodding off to sleep. Since that day Seline had a rather small unnerving dislike for lavender bushes, they evoked the memory and pain of her wings being tugged and it hurt dearly. Quietly, though Seline wished that Marri Fannyitch would visit Charissa, whilst she slept and make her fanny itch.

 

Seline’s color changing, almond shaped eyes were a boon with her disguise. Most of the time they would be sapphire blue, but they also reflected her moods. If she were in a nice calm mood, they would change to a lighter shade of violet, then if she was annoyed or angry they would flash into a brilliant Persian orange verging on a cobalt violet.

 

Her full pouting lips were plum temptation to wood elves and faeries alike. They beckoned kissing and nibbling. Like her friend Libris Slingrock, Seline hated her lips, no not so much her lips. It was more the fact that everyone thought of them as a fruit and nibbled when they kissed her.

 

Seline’s wings were her pride and joy, like her eyes the reflected her moods. When Charissa had tugged her wings, they had changed to alizarin crimson. They flowed from between her shoulder blades in a quartet of ruffles that lay just below her knees. 7 antennae like protrusions twisted and twirled from the inner layers of her opalescent wings. Elder Marri Fannyitch often remarked that Seline’s antennae represented the 7 mothers, though they did make her a little lopsided. She learnt to compensate when the time came for her flying lessons.

 

With Libris in tow, Seline had hit the heights of Hanging Terrace Iyil Sen, bags of faerie dust tucked into their grass-green linen shorts and feathered singlets. The Elders had warned the two young Fae to dress warmly; hence, they donned the feather singlets. On their feet, they wore tightly laced thigh boots of soft leather the color of the morning’s fog. Libris was the first to take off, hanging just short of the terrace; she helped Seline sprinkling the faerie dust over her wings. Some fell into Seline’s hair causing it to fly upwards and Libris to roll backwards in laughter.

 

“By the mothers Seline, you look like you’ve seen a horny gnome!” Libris squealed as she floated into the leaves of a giant roak tree. So the flying lessons started and continued. Until Elder Charissa Hairknot, came flying up from the Lofty Grottoes Poy. Calling out “Seline Combfaery, I know its you. Your aura of purity makes you recognizable.”

 

Libris and Seline, looked at each other, and frowned at their fun being ruined by the pretentious Elder.

 

Seline kept making her plans, through all her chores and lessons. Not even revealing to her best friend what her personal quest was. In her 17^th season, Seline discovered that she had a precocious sexual skill. That awed Libris; together they had been flying above the glittering spires of Iyil Sen, when all of sudden Seline dove into the forest’s canopy. Bringing back with her a slender wood elve. It was the way that Seline held the poor elve that made her friends eyes boggle. Seline had her legs wrapped around the torso of this slender muscular elve and she was in a serious lip lock with him. It was evident to Libris that there was more than kissing happening, so she flew off in a huffy of feathers.

 

After this incident, word of Seline’s ability to fly and partake of sexual attractions soon spread through the handsome and not so handsome of the wood elves and alike. Seline was ashamed of the incident, deciding that it had to have something to do with the altitude and the glittering spires of Iyil Sen.

 

She threw herself into her scribing of the information she had gained from various elders in her home forest of Iyil Sen, in the far northwesterly region of Ooloo.

 

Now I know you’re wondering about Seline’s personal quest and how it came about. You see there is a little known fact that some of the Faerie’s of Ooloo have the ability to time travel. Seline being one of these most fortunate faeries with having a strong sense of Trazel and the oddities of her body. However, when it manifested was when Seline was but a mere bud of faerie and she likened it to a dream walk. What she did not realise due to her seasons was the person in the dream was actually her in the future. Looking for the Goddess Canola, she also saw that this faerie in her dream was a renowned scribe.

 

It was not until later in her quest that feelings of de ja vu made Seline sit back and reflect on that dream. It was also then that she travelled for the second time.

Hunting for Canola

Hunting for Canola (Tentative Chapter title.)

Was it the cosmic designs deigned by the Mothers and Fathers, who nonchalantly curled and airted Seline’s destiny, or just some small part of the fates? Had Seline not discovered her ability to time travel, she may still have sought out Canola but to a much slower pace.

It was the age 950 on the 26^th day of Morla, exactly fifty-three seasons after Seline had started planning for her quest that Seline now sat under the leaves of a blue maple, a rough foehn blowing, flaying the skin from her muscles. Peeking out she watched for wood elves, hoping that somewhere in their minds they would have the sense to stay in their tree houses.

Shadows ran together, he watched. Turquoise eyes, shielded with violet lashes gazed at her. He knew her for what she was. An Iyil Sen Faery and young at that, searching his memory, his eyes wondered left a little. Not enough to loose sight of her huddled under the blue maple. ‘How silly of her.’ he thought, as he realized she was dressed inappropriately for these parts of the forest.

However, he was not the only watcher. Another wood elve watched, from above. He had been tracking the old one. It was his intent to kill the elder; it had been his intent from just before the end of the Faerie wars. Now there was the female faery and his memory was not that vague. ‘I might as well watch her and use her to achieve my goal.’ contemporaneously he thought. ‘Barak knows, with Quont’s luck I might get a little taste as well.’ He rubbed his hand over his nipples as he watched her stand from her crouch and walk out from under the blue maple.

‘Here I go.’ Seline thought as she squared her shoulders, trying to make herself appear taller and more muscular than she was. Stepping into the frigid wind, Seline moved down the track. Jahannan lit her way as she started to move to the furthest edges of the Iyil Sen forest and away from her family and friends.

As she moved, his memory flared. With a slight shake of his head, he followed. He’d heard the tale of this young faery. ‘What is she doing? She is not lost, she walks with purpose.’ A slow smile crept across his face, as he realized. ‘Aahh, this young one is leaving the trees. If she did not want to be caught she would have flown.’ He lowered his eyes, as memories of flight tripped through his mind.

In her haste to leave Iyil Sen forest, Seline had forgotten to grab her warmest cloak. It was her favourite and had she taken it from the peg at the door, she’d not be suffering now. Nevertheless, with her travelling from the variegated carvings of the mystical Canola, she had left it behind. That and the fact that Libris Slingrock had tried in vain to get Seline to accompany her to the district of the youthful music and dance, it was the time of Canola’s festival and Seline, sure as the Mothers wanted to attend. However, she knew it was also going to be the only night that she’d have a chance to leave her home forest and start of on her quest.

Wishing and hoping for her cloak, Seline reached into her pack. Pulling out a roll of parchments, she fumbled with the folding, trying to make a quick journal to keep a track of her quest. She then pulled her shortened quill from behind her moody dream blue bodice, penning her first thoughts on her travels.

According to folk lore where there is lavender, there are faeries. So where did Mother Canola hide? Surely not in the most obvious of places, a Lavender farm in Ooloo! It just can’t be so; it’s widely known that one of Lavender’s many uses is to assist with sleep. It calms the senses, and is connected with love. No, I think not! I believe that Canola is hiding in plain sight of Quont.

Her fiery titan red hair played across her sapphire eyes and whipped up around her ears as a small pampero breeze scudded down the forest track.

Seline found traveling along the track interesting. She could have taken to the skies, but the risk of an elder spotting her was far too great. Therefore, she took to the darkened paths and kept out of sight as often as she could.

The two watchers, one above and one below, travelled with her step for step. Taranh Trueshot on the ground, was vaguely aware that his pursuer was somewhere around. He’d not seen him for some hours and he was concerned, not for himself, but for the young Faery.

In the branches of the blue maples, Donan Snarlbane moved at a leisurely pace. ‘Son of Halfling Faery, he has dropped his guard.’ Donan’s eyes lit with joy. ‘A chance is at hand.’ However, his training stopped him from reacting to an open opportunity. ‘No, no, he’s being watchful. He’s concern of me has not diminished, it’s the female.’ Donan’s droopy yellow eyes squinted as his tormented mind invented scenarios. ‘He wants her for himself!, No, he was a father of Faery females. Is it a daughter? Oh that would be a lot more sporting.’

It was picturesque this part of the forest. Even with the Faerie wars, it had maintained its visual appeal. From Iyil Sen, Seline turned north, away from the coast and towards the natural beauty of Ooloo mountain range. Seline knew the tales that a beautiful village was on the edge of the mountain range. However first, she had to make her way through the cascading waterfalls, of Spectral Falls, all she had to do was follow the trail joining the forest to the village, Gasping Falls, and she would be at the falls in no time. Nevertheless, for now she explored the bushland and discovered the diverse wildlife of the region and a wide variety of birds. Her eyes and ears were awed with all she came across.

Gazing skywards, she saw the unmistakable shapes of the rop raeb. Their dark blue furred bodies, blending into the canopy. They were sleeping, so Seline was assured that they would not come out of the branches to greet her as they did back home. Thoughts of home, made her look over her shoulder. ‘No I cannot return. It will be dark in a few hours and I’ll need to reach the furthest edges of Iyil Sen by dark.’

There was something beautiful and momentous about this place, a wild frontier, graceful, Spider trees were in their ease here, the lack of constraint touched at Seline’s imaginations. Great arboron trees, favoured by the dark wood elves, majestically spread their broad bases and limbs far and wide. They were known as the tree top highway, Seline knew better than to travel those paths. It was a setting out of the history of Mernac, and not something that she would have witnessed had she an ordinary life. Green mountain peeks on the horizon, aroused nostalgic images of freedom. Seline liked the sombre peace of it, no heat, just silence. Knowing she could just sit on the lichen ground all day in a trance like state. It was a feeling that travelled through her as would a misted path, it was compelling, and she wanted to give it all of her attention. Nevertheless, the logical side screamed “Danger!”

Taranh stepped out from behind an elder arboron tree; he’d been watching the faery for some time. But it was a movement in the upper branches that made him move.

“Peace.” He spoke clearly, “I am Taranh Trueshot, you and I are being hunted.” His eyes gestured to the heavens, as he held out his hand. “I mean you no harm.”

Awaken and Moving.

As you are aware, I’ve been in a bit of slumber (self induced) and now I am awake. My scribe and her friends have been busy preparing my Character sketch and the tale of my ‘Awakening a Goddess.’ My scribe findbotr has opened my tale with quite the teaser and from there you will be able to follow my story through the links provide on my About me page.

Here in the Blog, only the first chapters of my tales will be published as stated in the About Me page. Why? You ask, we at the Legends of Mernac need readers, reviewers and of course writers. Not forgetting the need for artists and programmers. If you are perchance interested join LoM and contact me through a PM. I will then provide you with the relevant details that relate to your queries.