Mydlin Faevyls: The Second Generation
In that forgotten “other” world, derecho storming and iron monster desecration devastated wilde nations of faeries. Mother Wundrhyme, in passing compassion, gathered up the detritus of lost fae within her fanning love and offered unto them a special contract agreement to emigrate away from the encroaching impact of lack-magickal Bacht.
A glimpsing exploration was granted and upon first sight and spread of such wonders, seven faerie nations pounced at the proposal to pass through the portal of Eternal Love and thus enter forever into the realm of Shell Island.
On the incoming Tide of a secluded and sacred beach, by the shores of those seeming ancient first-generation Gathering Stones, these faerie immigrants and refugees landed. They were welcomed with open arms by the fauna and flora of that Fo Rhist Dane.
Preparations…
For a week before, the good and faithful creatures of Fo Rhist Dane cleared and sorted the mess of the mud flats that the low tides exposed. There were lost shipwrecks, dumped belongings, and random leftovers from places not of this one. It was as if this beach bay was a portal of its own making, sucking in anything no longer loved, from where it used to be. The beach stored and covered over these treasures with secret tides, exposing them only at the lowest of lows when the mudflats lay bare.
In an act of faith, when the prophetic winds whispered of something coming upon the incoming tide, these creatures of Fo Rhist Dane’s Fauna and Flora energies, (under the direction and guidance of the Druid living in those parts), all gathered together and pulled in, washed off, laid out, and piled up the compost in readiness for… they knew not what.
A celebration of sorts formed as all worked together: bird, beast, insect, tree, plant, and reptile. Even the crustaceans joined in the march of tides across the mudflats dragging, carrying, and hauling out all that was lost; now found.
The Trees and plants formed tables and shelters to hold that which was sorted out by critters and insects. And, the burly Brawn Bear of the woodlands lent a paw, encouraged out of his shy shell by all who welcomed his strength. They assured him not to worry when he bumped into things, laying many a running carrier sprawling upon the ground.
The evening of the last night of the week, everything compiled in burn lodges was set alight by the Druid of the Woods. She set to dance before the flames and all joined with song and chanting, as a wild chorus of invitation sent up a great ruckus of noise into the clear night air. They waited for the dawn with beverage and food, as was their choice. Though the carnivores were polite enough to not sit by their herbivore friends as they ate.
A strange distinction was made between those herbivores and omnivores who were conscious enough to be present in the mutual conversation, and those ‘erbies & omnies who were not conscious enough to allow their presence to commune. These latter ones were considered “of the field” and eligible for continuing the life cycle through death as a recycled or consumed food.
It was a strange, unspoken agreement between all, yet strange only for the Druid who watched in quiet, curious study. For between the animals, it was an unspoken Knowing. One eats not one’s friends, yet those of the field were ripe for the taking. This Durid is still yet to fully understand what these wilde creatures already Know.
In such a manner, all passed the night in peace, awaiting the Dawn Tide incoming.
As the waters began seeping and sucking into the beach bay, a bubble of white formed out of the spray, over the flats, and grew larger and larger, till it filled almost the entire bay. A doorway opened within the light of the landing bubble ship and out gazed the incoming fae upon the inward gaze of the outer beach revelers.
Welcome Home!
Each of the seven faerie nations were greeted, one by one, with much warmth and love. Any injured or unwell fellows were granted sips of potions to heal and given respite on soft heathery beds. The beach filled to overflowing and the Druid called all to her attention.
Another invitation was offered with compassionate insight. If there be, among the arriving nations, any faerie who felt out of place, or uncomfortable among their natural peers: that these odd misfits might gather together in a separate nation of the Eighth count. Thus, eight Nations became.
The Druid then introduced her secret self, unto only those upon the beach at this time. She held within her eight parts: four greater and four lesser. Each of the eight new nations chose one part unto whom they desired to connect, remember, and adore in gratitude for their rescue. Those who connected to one of the four greater parts were to grow into a larger Fae, or Elvyn form. While those who connected with one of the four lesser parts continued or even condensed into a smaller Faerie form.
After studying a portaled map of the of Whole Shell Island, a collective discussion among the peoples took place to decide where they wished to live. A spokesperson for each of the eight Nations was granted speaker time to introduce to all present upon the Beach Bay: the Name of their new Nation with a description of their beginning culture and living focus. Then they announced where their Nation would make a new home upon the outer clock-face isles* of Shell Island. *(The nine Danes & three Divergences.)
The resources and treasures laid out by those fauna and flora beings who had collected and washed them all the week before, were then gifted to each nation, granting each individual the chance to choose what they will, taking only what they needed. All resources were given away. All Faelyn beings received gifts.
Each of the Eight Nations made and kept a record of their own Beginning as well as the beginning of their beloved fellow Nations: cousins to each other they all considered themselves. And a fond wellness for all that was good and appropriate to each unique culture was wished upon each Mydlin Faevyl of this Second Generation.
The evening fell upon that day with a heavy mist, causing all to sleep and dream of what they desired to become. When the mist lifted with the morning sun, each fae awoke to be in physique and physiology the one they desired to be that night before. Everyone wandered among each other, lost in wonder at the sight and delight of their new selves. All else before, was forgotten.
That afternoon of their second day upon Shell Island, the Second Generation set forth upon their journeys to find the places upon the map where they desired to begin anew. And all were found in their new home beginnings when their journeys came to a close with a scribble, a scratch, and a folding away of the scrolls and tomes of the hierstory records within the Lyber Mirh. SAIH.