I was very slow to get on the move this morning. I did rise early, but sloped from one thing to the next,in my shantung dressing gown, finishing none of them .We rainbow faeries are normally very energetic in our pursuit of life's adventures, but today I just wanted to curl up in bed for another hour. I did not succumb to that, but had a very leisurely helping of oaten granola, and fresh woodland berries, before rifling through my vestments for something warm to wear.The black tunic top and palazzo pants seemed very much in keeping with my afternoon meeting in the Heritage Rooms. I wrapped a full woollen cape around my shoulders and rushed out to the four wheeled carriage to begin my journey. Once upon the open road ,I wound down the window to let the warmish breeze fly through my red shiny locks. The traffic across the bridge to Brigantia was not too heavy,No long queues to try my patience, and it was only fifteen minutes before I saw the gleaming spires and quaint toadstool chimneys of my home town. I was born in Brigantia. It will always hold a very special place in my elfen heart. It is slightly larger than Dingley Dell,and it has more amenities for elven folk, but still is marked by a distinctly village atmosphere.I went to the Hypermercantile just outside Brigantia,and emerged some time later with several bags of provisions.Lunchtime loomed ,so I had a very hot and spicy lentil and cabbage consomme, with nutmeg and walnut cobble, in The Dusty Wheelbarrow- a slightly rundown little eatery west of the fields of Brigantia ,before heading back on the road again to get to my Heritage Meeting. Everyone who ought to be,was there, and the arrangements for the special Heritage Week soon were under discussion. We are holding the event in Dingley Dell Castle,complete with storytellers, court jesters, dancing in the Faery Ring,a banquet in the style of the ancients, and sundry other events to celebrate the long and diistinguished history of Dingley Dell. We will enjoy our reminiscences of the Dingley Dell Ancients, and their formidable past triumphs. I am to be involved in the Story Telling and will be dressed in the style of the fifteenth century faeries. All gossamer lace and tiny pointy silver shoes,with a diaphonous rainbow cloak and ribbons in my hair. You will never see a dull rainbow faery,even if she is wearing black. A luminous quality always seems to radiate from within the wee folk, creating a lustre and shine which emanates to all who meet them. Since I am going to provide my own costume, I want to be sure it will be very special indeed.My sewing skills mixed with a little faery magic should do the trick. The afternoon flew by,and I am pleased to say that Queen Brighid the Bright nad I managed to bury the hatchet,for a while at least.Must have been something calming in the acorn decaff we were all drinking. Suffice it to say, we all left on a high note, at least giving a semblance of working together that must be considered to be healthy.Back home now, in my own wee but and ben,I am preparing Pendragon's supper of beetroot and root vegetable stew,with almond rice balls on the side. It is one of his favourites ,and he is always very mellow after a favourite meal. I shall use this mellow aura to draw his attention to the fact that I would like to have our bathing space refurbished. It is a pale blue haven of tranquillity at the moment, but all a little tired. I am sure he will be willing to search his elfen coffers for the necessary geld to smarten things up. We have quite a long list of improvements we would like to make to our precious toadstool,so this request will have to take its place with all the rest.Tommorow I visit the faery physio for further exercises on my sore hand, and will attend the faery gym for a quick workout. The weekend looms and we will be visiting friends in Upper Brigantia on Saturday. The food and wine is always of the best,and the company very special. On Sunday Pendragon and I will walk and talk,do some gardening in the possible sunshine,and enjoy doing what we love best,- being in each other's company.
Good tidings and happy April outings to you all my friends. From dearest Amarantha, the rainbow faery.