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    TracyTracy
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      Dory slept all the way to the cave, dreaming about being a traffic policeman. It was one of those never ending hopelessly chaotic dreams, in which small bits of progress were immediately cancelled out by an influx of more of whatever the problem was. The more she blew her whistle and ranted at the cars, the worse the cars became entangled.

      You! You there, go THAT way! NO not that way…OY YOU! keep to the left…keep in line there keep in line…OY NOT THAT WAY!

      Ususally in dreams like this Dory woke up in the middle of the frustration and chaos, but this time the dream changed course abruptly. Dory simply walked away from her podium in the middle of the busy Italian intersection.

      Let them all go wherever they bloody well like, she said. Not my responsibility.

      When Dory woke up, the van had arrived at the cave, she was feeling refreshed and cheerful, and was looking forward to her excursion inside the cave.

      #210
      ÉricÉric
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        Today, which was the day of the autumn equinox, had been a bright day over the Orkney Islands, quite unusual for this time of the year.

        Nanny Gibbon had been taking the twins for a walk into the nearby woods of the domain, were they could enjoy the wood dewberries that were ripe and delicious at this season. The twins loved picking them directly on the thorny bushes and eating them until their hands were full of the dark stains left by the sweet juice of the fruits.

        They knew that Nanny Gibbon would pick enough to make some delicious jam, perhaps to accompany some of her famous sweet pumpkin pies.

        When they came back to the Manor, they were exhausted by the afternoon spent in the lovely sunlight. After having washed their hands thoroughly, they didn’t really care for anything else but some sleep.

        But as they moved inside the corridors, Cuthbert noticed he had carelessly left opened his bedroom’s door, and a prick of fear for the precious books had him immediately rush to the room.

        And Cuthbert gasped in horror as he saw his book flown open on the floor, and the old grumpy cat Manfred, asleep on top of one of the blank pages.

        Manfred had the nasty habit of clawing everything, especially the huge soft armchair of Lord Wrick, but his antics were elegantly accepted by the old gaunt Lord.

        When he heard Cuthbert enter the room, the old fluffy cat raised an inquisitive eyebrow and moved very slowly and deliberately out of the book pages, only to reveal the immaculate pages, as whole as if the book had been brand new.

        Cuthbert was thrilled with joy. Manfred had not done anything to the precious book. He would have stroked the cat with gratitude, but the creature had moved out of the room very swiftly for its old age, in a haughty look of total disregard for the little boy.

        At least the book was intact. But what if… Cuthbert wondered… He started to look at the page, and new images started to form before his eyes…

        #186
        F LoveF Love
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          Arona eventually woke from her sleep, still tangled in the images from her dreams. Unable to remember these images she was left feeling as though she were adrift in a boat on the ocean, not caring where the wind and waves may take her.

          She had no feeling that morning. It was as though a door had closed in her mind, shutting out the part that could feel. She did not know, nor care, whether she was shutting out joy or sorrow, only that some part of her wanted to be alone.

          She remembered the words of the older woman who had sat with her and soothed her to sleep. Or was she already asleep? Was the woman a dream?

          Use your magic, she had said.

          When she was young, in the Village, magic had come easily to Arona. When did it end?. She screwed up her eyes trying to concentrate. It hadn’t ended all at once. Did it start to end with the cloak her parents had given her?

          Arona shook her head briskly and thoughts, like leaves in the wind, lifted and fell back to earth again in new formations.

          :fleuron: :fleuron: :fleuron:

          The candle still burned brightly and her attention was drawn to the heavy wooden door, knowing she could not put it off any longer. In her bag of treasures was a key. It had been given to her at the beginning of her 21 st year, as was custom in the Village. It was no surprise to her that it fitted the lock perfectly.

          Thank you for having me room, she said as she left.

          No, thank YOU, replied the sleepy glukenitch.

          :fleuron: :fleuron: :fleuron:

          The door led directly into another space, larger, brighter. She could sense someone there, but not in solid form. It was a beautiful woman who Arona felt an immediate affinity with, and then a strange sadness came unbidden.

          Why sad?

          I have no clue answered Arona briskly, quickly shutting the door back on these pesky emotions.

          You always know, just feel it

          So Arona closed her eyes tightly and allowed herself to feel the answer.

          Because you know who you are, and it made me realise I have no idea who I am.

          Mmmmmmm, said the woman, maybe you would care to look at my new paintings. Actually they are some of yours.

          Intrigued, Arona felt this would be a suitable distraction and she looked with much interest.

          The first painting was of a child, in a beautiful meadow of flowers. The child appeared to be completely absorbed, concentrating on a small blue butterfly which had lighted on her finger.
          The picture itself moved and changed shape as though it were a portal to another living, breathing world. In the corner of the picture were some other children who seemed to be playing happily together.

          Arona, who had felt immediately connected with the young child frowned.

          Doesn’t the little girl feel left out?

          Go in, said the woman, Go inside the picture and feel the answer.

          Oh, and you might want to leave your cloak behind.

          So Arona did, and she became the child, but also stayed herself, observing the scene. She felt the child’s happy fascination in her connection with the butterfly. Not just the butterfly. She could feel her connected with the earth, and the gentle breezes and the beautiful flowers … The child was deeply contented, absorbed in the moment, moving happily with the flow of her interest.
          I remember feeling like that, thought Arona, before the magic went.
          She gently drew the child’s attention to the other children and felt the flow of energy between them. The child was so sure of who she was and where she wanted to be, and Arona could feel the loving acceptance of her playmates.
          As the child’s attention went to the others, one of the children looked up and came running over. They sat together and laughed at some funny rabbits which had appeared in the meadow.

          :fleuron: :fleuron: :fleuron:

          Arona returned to the cave.

          You look troubled

          Well, Arona felt a little perplexed. It’s all very well playing with butterflies and rabbits in a meadow, but it is not terribly practical.

          On the contrary, perhaps it is very practical. Would you like to see another of your paintings?

          Suspended gracefully between two posts was a beautiful, glistening spider web. Little drops of rain hung like jewels on a chain. An enormous spider waited patiently in the shadows. As Arona watched a small insect happened at that moment to be caught, and the spider began to creep along the delicate lines.

          Arona shuddered a little. I might not jump into that one .

          The woman laughed, Use your magic Arona. Weave your magic web and let it all come to you.

          Oh you are the second person to tell me to use my magic. An old lady came to me in my dreams, I think.

          Well I gave her the same advice, years ago.

          More damn riddles, Arona thought to herself, and the woman laughed.

          One final painting of yours I would like to show you. It is beautiful is it not?

          Arona stared mesmerised for a moment, and then leapt right in.

          She sat among an audience, captivated by the dancers on the stage ahead. Beautiful music played and it reminded Arona of the music she had heard earlier. The dancers leapt and twirled and Arona was enraptured.

          Dance Arona, she heard the woman’s voice

          I can’t dance like that, I’m not good enough.

          It doesn’t matter

          And Arona could not hold back any longer and entered the body of one of the dancers. She did not know the dance so she made up her own steps, and strangely this seemed to fit perfectly with the other dancers.

          :fleuron: :fleuron: :fleuron:

          Back in the cave the woman seemed to be listening to something Arona did not think she could hear.

          Things are shifting she said

          Oh lordy, are they said Arona, What should I do now?

          Feel the answer

          Arona felt. I am very hungry, eggceptionally so.

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