The ravine, infested with fungi and home to Fae. Little fairies; used for their glowing dust that never dimmed as long as the original fairy never died or was eaten by demons. And Fae lived a long, long time. Ideal for the eternal lanterns to guide travellers to Revelry Doors, where the Elves would dance their forever dances in false light. Jashyn already had a pouch full of rare herbs, only found here, and her camel steed was enjoying himself; chewing the grass eagerly and glancing at her every so often to check that she was okay. There had been a sign before but she did not read it for the excitement brewing in her gut. She nailed her camel’s rope into the base of a tree that had only a few leaves, and looked upwards at the fungi’s hat. Jashyn threw up her rope to the top of the giant Fly Amanita’s cap and climbed, using wrist hooks to make her way around the bottom to the top. After some work, she saw what everyone had been talking about. The view at the top of the mushroom was breathtaking, as she was told. Her peers had told her how to get here in a hurry, busy with other preparations, telling her something about a bird to watch out for. She’d made all haste, eager to come here, finally. The trees ran all the way to the waterfall, falling out of a hole in the ceiling, torrents of crystal clear water splashing the rich green trees around. She guessed there was a hole at the bottom of the pond, which travelled to some deep underground aquifer, and wondered if there were any creatures down there too. Like Kappa. She shook away memories of stories told and looked about herself. Behind the waterfall there was a small, thin path that ran from one side of the ravine to the other and on either side there was a tree perched precariously on the edge, leaning like a drunken sailor. And there, up on the ravine wall, next to the waterfall’s opening; a ledge with sticks on top, maybe a birds nest? But not many birds could make their nests that large, it was probably told, too. She ignored it.
On her own mushroom’s level there was a river. (Or a stream, somewhere in between) and glanced down at her camel just in time to see a rabbit on the opposite bank leap behind a mushroom of modest size. And there, suddenly, a fae darted across her line of vision. A small glowing beastie with two shimmering, membranous wings, dropping dust that would not last a minute in a lantern. What she needed was something of meaner stuff. She dropped her bag behind her and crept slowly closer, when she heard a flapping of heavy wings, and looked behind herself to see the gaping jaw and gullet of the bird her folks had tried to warn her about. It was so sudden she did not have time to even scream.
Major Work, part 3/4
Part One (Sky Sailing to an Owl City): [link]
Part Two (Valley of the Long Faces): [link]
Part Four (Fish Bus, to the City!): [link]