I was barely out of my gossamer nightie and into my black palazzo pants and tunic when the woodland phone ringing commanded my attention. It was Portamus Cumberpatch,my editor, with a song in his voice. He was definitely chirpy,and full of today's missing sunshine.
"Amarantha, my dear, well, well, well. You did manage to carry the day, yesterday,didn't you ?
I had Whimperstrand on the phone only this morning,asking when the photographer was likely to call. He wanted to know so that he could look his best." said the old boy,full of wit and bonhomie.
I decided not to sound too smug,and just lap up any compliments going.
"Thank you ,Portamus", I said. "So he was pleased,then ,with the way the interview went ?"

"Seems like it,although you can never tell with old Gravelpounce. He did ask a lot of questions this morning,wanting to confirm everything you had told him about the article,but that's just what I would expect from him. He trusts no one. The main thing is, there were no complaints. A complete first. He did actually ask what your background as a journalist was,seemed to be fishing for something I thought,but when I said you were rather new to the game, he said he thought you were very thorough and very professional."

And very pushy, I thought,but did not say it aloud.
"Thank you, Portamus, I did my best, and kept my eye on the ball."

He reminded me about Friday's editorial meeting and said cheerybye. I was left to wonder. What was Whimperstrand looking for in his questioning about me ? Did he remember me from two years ago ? Or was he just a man who could not rest till he knew everything about you, hoping to find something you would not want him to know ? I suspect the latter was true, but made up my mind to be thankful that my part in the interview was over for now, and I would definitely be watching my back when the Director of Dingley Dell Festival was arounnd. I had written the article in such a way to avoid his being offended or suspecting ulterior motive. Surely that's the last i would hear of him for a while ?

I have been shopping today,most specifically for new vestments for myself. Pendragon tells me my old vestments seem to have seen better days (he means it kindly ) and wants me to have some new items to enjoy myself in. So I went to the elven designer retail outlet and picked out a black lady's dinner jacket and trousers, a lacy party dress and a new designer overjacket.All very sleek and well made,and making me quite the elven lady about town. I am sure Pendragon will be pleased .

He is working with an electronic picture box company in Metropolis today, lecturing the employees on stress and how to manage it. He is very well thought of in the outside world, having written several parchments,and done many broadcasts for the same company. I am so proud of him. And I know he is proud of me.
The sun has started to shine again but I feel I cannot trust the weather to stay this way long enough to hang some washing. So the toadstool seems musty and slightly damp in corners. They will dry fairly quickly, I hope, as I hate Pendragon coming home to a sea of limp,washed garments draped over every orifice.
Tomorrow I visit Brigantia to have my tresses treated by the Faery Hair Technician. My technician Melissande is always charming ,and takes great care of my crowning glory, my beautiful dark red flowing curls. We usually have a good gossip too, and several cups of acorn decaff. plus a planning session for my Betrothal Day hair.
On Saturday Pendragon and I are staying overnight in his city toadstool ,following a special meal and a show. We are going to see the work of a dance company, Moderna Entrechats, who are on tour and visiting the big city. I love dancing , and all things dance, so will be glued to every move on stage.
I rehearse again on Sunday with the Theatricals. Remindur has asked us to bring a musical instrument with us. I am still not sure what to take as I am not accomplished on any fine instrument. However I could be coaxed to do something on the lyre, or shake the tambour in time to some lively percussion.
Maybe I will just offer to dance in time to other's playing as my skill has not diminished with the years ,and I have been known to bring a room to a standstill with my accomplished arabesques and jetees.

Till I speak to you again, my little wonders of the modern world,ensure you are keeping yourself abreast of cultural matters and refining your own artistic skills. Love and much terpsichory to you all,from Amarantha Willow, Grande Dame de Ballet, the Rainbow Faery.