Pinghank…

This post is being compiled as we go – from contributors all over the place.

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So – if you are interested in writing a piece of this tale – let us know in the comments below – we will pass the baton around between interested writers, co-ordinate and assemble this wonder that is being churned out.

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Brynne in the part of…..Meadow Reedfly

She plays reed pipes and sings spellbinding songs.

She lives in fields where wild flowers and poppies grow.

She is only seen by people at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.

She wears a skirt made of red petals and has deep green butterfly wings.

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Sara in the part of…..Feather Goblinfly

She brings riches and wealth.

She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.

She is only seen at midday by people under a quiet, cloudless sky.

She wears pale blue like the sky and has gentle green wings like a butterfly

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Jo in the part of…..Bindweed Rainbowfilter

She brings good fortune.

She lives at the bottom of tangled gardens and in hedgerows.

She is only seen by people on midsummer’s eve.

She wears tangled multicoloured skirts made of petals and has multicoloured wings like a butterfly.

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The Cap’n in the part of…..Blackthorn Deepwater

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Corina in the part of…..Bumble-Bottom (fairy)

Brings people sweet thoughts that make them smile and/or giggle.

Keeper of the secret lives of bees.

Watches over all sweet-producing plants of the forest (honeysuckle, bee balm, hollyhocks, etc.)

Lives in a beehive.

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Mooska The Cloud Dragon – he is stunningly handsome.

If you want to see Mooska in ALL his glory – click here.

***************Part 1 by Jo

Bindweed grew restless, the petals of her skirt leaving behind a trail as she meandered between the tangled garden roses. She heard the haunting melody as it danced over the dewdrops and went now in earnest forward, searching, parting the tall grasses that wavered over her head in the breeze. Behind her she tucked her wings tightly together, their multicolours disappearing within the folds.

“Meadow,’” she called. her voice bounced in harmony to the notes that were coming from meadow’s reed pipes. As Bindweed pushed forward she saw a glimpse of Meadow’s red petal skirt. It made her smile. She knew without seeing that Meadow’s deep jade coloured wings would be spread wide, soaking in the dappled sunlight, and fluttering in time with the pipes tune.

As she approached she saw that beside Meadow lay Mooska, belly up, head tilted so that his yellow eyes looked straight at her.

“Pinghank, trr, trr, pinghank,” he greeted her.

*****Part 2 by Brynne

Wait a second, what did he say, Grandpa?’
Grandpa closed the story on his thumb. ‘I thought you weren’t going to interrupt me anymore. This is a very important part, Squirt. And dragons don’t like to be interrupted.’
The little boy hung his head, his hands sat folded in his lap, his feet buried in the down comforter on his bed. “Sorry, Grandpa but I haven’t ever heard a dragon make that kind of noise before.’
‘What? Never heard a dragon say pinghank before? Then I’m afraid you haven’t been reading the right books.’
‘I haven’t?’ said the little boy, his eyes sparkling even brighter than before.
‘Why of course not, otherwise you would know that any time a dragon is truly happy, he says pinghank. Not another word for it, world over.’
‘Pinghank?’
‘Yep, pinghank. But you have to say it almost like you are singing, as if you are happy. That’s the way the dragons say it, anyway.’
‘Like this? Pinghank!’
‘Perfect! Now can we get on with our story? Like I said, it’s a very important part and I think you’ll want to hear it before your mother comes in to tell us lights out.’
‘Oh yes, yes…hurry up then, Grandpa, hurry up…’

*****Part 3 By The Cap’n

Bindweed walked towards Mooska, keeping her eyes on Meadow and listening to the sweet pipe notes, watching as they rose like mirrored bubbles into the trees. Some popped as they snagged on sharp branches, but most carried the tune to the stars, which Bindweed thought, was most appropriate. Reaching Mooska, she ran a gentle hand along his pebbled belly, yellow eyes closing as a deep rumble vibrated from his cavernous belly. Eyes closed, he dreamed then, of clouds, swift currents, and the sky that was his realm.

Meadow played on, but her lips behind the pipes quirked in warmth, as her eyes filled with stars and bright shiny things, sparkling with delight. Bindweed sat back against Mooska, picked a blossom from her petaled skirt and tucked it in her hair. Resting soft against his azure belly, her wings quivered unconsciously as the great dragon drew breath and sighed.

Meadow lay her pipes down as the last notes left her heart, escaping past the holes in the pipe to spiral away, thankful for her gift of creation, but anxious to join their friends. Meadow sighed, laughed at the joy of the moment, then sighed again.

“What could bring greater joy than sharing this beautiful meadow with such bright friends?”

Bindweed slowly opened her eyes, for they had closed with the warmth of bright sun and the soft rumbles behind her. She said “surely there is no more beautiful time….” stopping abruptly, when she was startled by a cough then a deep chuckle from the forest to her left. Scanning quick for danger, she started to rise, wings stretching when she caught site of him, lounging arrogantly against a tree. She settled back, anger quickly fading to annoyance, when she saw the smirk on his face.

Blackthorn Deepwater was handsome, and much to others annoyance, he knew it. Though he never mentioned it, he made sure that no one forgot it. His arrogance was a tailored coat, that fit him true and fine. He was a rogue, and knew it, loved it actually. He longed to find the person who admired him as much as he did himself, but alas, he was oft alone in his admiration.

“Ladies….” he said, drawing it out as he drew their attention to him. He ignored the dragon, for dragons were truth seers, and that was not a sword he wielded often.

*****Part 4 by Sara

Feather Goblinfly already has her hands full of contradictions and cannot easily lay them down, She is in the midst of weaving spiders thread into Blackthorn’s pocket. Upon which she will then hang sticks and other unwieldy clanky things. Goblinfly loves beautiful things, and stages upon which to place them. Especially when a stage is raised up high as this man Blackthorn’s ego.

Goblinfly glanced brightly towards Mooska, who seemed to appear half asleep and absent mindedly scratched an itch with a long blue claw. Fine clouded fur floated heavenward and danced in the currents of Bindweed’s fluttering wings.

Zipping silently away then back again, Goblinfly gaily collected more bits of stuff and fluff.

*****Part 5 by Jo

Blackthorn stood steadfastly still as Feather spun the thread deftly, it’s gossamer shimmer adding much by the way of accentuating his worth, to his already perfectly admirable appearance, he thought. Bindweed and Meadow exchanged glances as he preened about. A tiny smirk tugged at the corner’s of Bindweed’s mouth when she noticed Feather slipping a small shiny object into Blackthorn’s pocket without his noticing.

Mooska’s yellow eyes were now open and fixed on Blackthorn. His belly rumbled and jostled Bindweed slightly as he tried to control the mirth that was building as he too espied the object as it disappeared into Blackthorn’s apparel.

“Perumfell, trr, trr, perumfell,’” Mooska whispered so that only Bindweed could hear him.

“Ladies,” Blackthorn continued to ignore Mooska’s presence. “I come with great and auspicious tidings,” his tapered fingers flicked back a strand of his silver hair that had flung itself about his face.

“And what would we find great and auspicious in your news Deepwater?’” Meadow asked. “Are you about to leave us perhaps? Undertake some great and noble quest?” Or perhaps…”

“If you would but grant me leave to finish what I have come to tell you,” Blackthorn bristled at Meadow’s use of the name Deepwater. Could he but change it to something else. But no. He was forever saddled with the shame of his family’s name as he saw it.

“This eve – I wish to host a feast. As well you know, Oberon has granted us a taste of his illustrious presence, and I, yes, I, Blackthorn Deepwater,” Blackthorn’s voice quavered slightly as the last word passed his lips, “will play host to our King this night.” As he spoke his chest rose ’til it almost reached his chin.

“Have you nought to say in this matter?” He demanded. “That I am thus honoured above all others.”

“Of course it is a great honour Blackthorn,” Bindweed spoke at last, her lips twitching with amusement. She felt Mooska’s claw tickle gently between her wings and her ribs.

“Are we to assume this is your way of issuing an invitation then?” asked Feather. Meadow said nothing, her mind awhirl at the thought of Oberon in their midst. It seemed an eon since he had last visited. Staring at the pocket containing the shiny object she prayed that he still was possessed of a sense of the farcical, as he had been when they were young, and he was not yet burdened with the reins of Kingdom.

She missed him most when the mist settled, hovering just above the earth. In that place that felt as no place – she was often overtaken with her memories. And of the beauty that was her Oberon, before he became the Oberon that belonged to everyone and thus to no-one.

*****Part 6 by Sara

Hearing the pompous words of BlackThorn, FeatherGoblin begins to swoon. “What is this?” She thinks to herself, and being a goblin girl of thick skin she hurredly lookes into her bag of trinkets, wondering if that shiny object she placed in his pocket was in fact the key to her heart and not the tiny gold thimble she intended. What magic has Meadow, sung? She wonders.

*****Part 7 by Corina

“Oh dear, oh dear!” came the small, worried voice from the rhododendron thicket. “They’ll have my wings for sure if we don’t hurry up and get there! C’mon, Bandylegs, get a move on!” Within moments, what looked like a very large, round bumblebee followed by a bright green and black spiked caterpillar emerged from the leaves near the field where the others were lounging in the sunshine. She spotted the dragon’s blue colors and gave a high-pitched squeal of delight upon seeing him.

“EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee! Mooooooooska!”

It sounded like a bee on steroids as the plump fairy float-bounced towards the group. She was unlike most fairies, in that she was quite a bit shorter and twice as round as any of them. Her wings were like a dragonfly’s, but they were tiny, translucent black things in comparison to the rest of her, though she fluttered them to good effect, helping her to maintain her balance. Bumble-bottom, for that was her name, tended to roll and bounce much better than she did flit or fly. She was very chubby with fat, round arms and legs and a fair, cherub-like face with rosy cheeks. Her long-lashed eyes were a beautiful, tawny gold which peeked out beneath a shock of silky black hair. Despite (or perhaps because of) the way they made her look, her favorite colors were yellow and black. She would usually bedeck herself much as she had today, in a tunic and skirt of petals from Black-eyed Susans and a yellow dusting of saffron around the crown of her curly, onyx locks.

Many of the other fairies in the clan would have nothing to do with her, claiming that she couldn’t possibly be Fae due to her size and overly-bubbly nature. Bumble-bottom had had the unfortunate luck to have her milkweed pod moved at birth to a hive of honeybees. The creature who had done it was a pixie, named Pucksly. Oh, he had laughed and laughed at his impish trick. But Bumble had managed to not only survive, but become accepted and a friend of the bees. It was because of her acceptance into the hive that the fairy colony managed to have honey for all of the great feasts and this was also speculated to be the reason that Bumble, herself, had such a…rather large backside.

In fact, that was the reason she had been in such a hurry to find her friends, Meadow, Bindweed and Feather. She had heard that Oberon would be returning very soon and thought that honey would be needed for whatever celebration was sure to be held in his honor. Her pet caterpillar, Bandylegs, was presently carrying three giant blobs of the golden liquid between his waxy spines. The rush had poor Bumble quite out of breath by the time she reached them and she immediately plopped near Mooska, catching her breath in great bursts of blowing air.

She smiled in greeting at all of them and then her breath sucked in and stopped as she saw…HIM. Her friends knew what a terrible, secret crush she had always had on Blackthorn and she swallowed hard upon seeing him in the shadow of a nearby tree. Twisting her hands in front of her absent-mindedly, Bumble gave a great sigh of longing as she gazed in rapture at the object of her affections. At that moment, Bandylegs finally caught up to all of them and flumped down near the dragon with his burden, turning all twelve black eyes toward Mooska. He couldn’t speak, but grunted in a contented fashion at being warmed by the sunlight.

*****Part 8 by Balladeer

Suddenly another figure appeared in their midst. His name was Pagan Blackwater. Nobody had seen him approach, as usual, he was not there one moment, but present the next. His brown wavy hair framed his face like a lion’s mane and his green eyes were alert but sad. He dressed in a black shirt and green pants with brown Vershkeerskin boots. His weapons were a longsword and various implements concealed in his seemingly bottomless pockets.
This wandering foe of Black Magick was a mystery to everyone in the meadow. Bindweed called him the saddest looking comedian she had ever known, since he was always ready with quips and jokes, but his own laughter never went beyond his mouth. His eyes remained sad and distant even while his audience rolled with laughter. He was never known to even flirt, a quality Feather put down to some heartache in his past, one he could never shake.
“Damn it” Blackthorn exclaimed, “Do you have to just pop up like that all the time, Pagan! Everything’s dramatic with you.”
“I don’t do it just to put on a show, Blackthorn. You know the kind of enemies I have. And recently I picked up word about a common foe intent on destroying all life in this meadow. A menace whose roots go all the way back to the shame of the Deepwater Clan and the horrific fate that befell all the other Water-Clans, my own included.”
Meadow Reedfly flew up to Pagan, hoping it was one of the enigmatic figure’s odd jokes. He had such a strange sense of humor. Unfortunately, he seemed completely serious.
“What do you mean, Pagan?” she asked.
“Mooska the dragon is our only hope. Mooska is the dragon formed by the Pinghank Spell and therefore he is the only one who can ultimately stand against the unholy authors of that spell and all the other spells in the Dark Book of Grimlight.”

Part nine – anybody….STAY TUNED FOR UPDATES…

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127 thoughts on “Pinghank…”

  1. LOVE this!! Weeeee! I was working on a new post for my Monday regular…but this trumps it for sure! Hope Sara wants to twirl along with us…what fun to see where it goes!!:) Thanks, Jo!

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  2. I was thinking of opening it up to my readers to write parts, too…maybe you can here, too…what do you think?:) We could let each of our posts go any way they like and if no one takes the speaking stick, share whatever we have??

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      1. I agree – anyone should be able to join in – but it would be great if we could make sure it goes in turns so there is some continuity to the tale we are creating. Maybe after someone has written something pop it on here and pass it off to the next one. That way we can also all keep up with it for when we want to write another piece to the tale. What do you think ???

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    1. What FUN! I will post anything I get over there…and try to keep up with you here, too…I say the more the merrier, its just juggling well so we keep the continuity going! But if we don’t, it can be like a ‘chose your own adventure’. Maybe it will morph into more than one magical tale! Yayy! Great job, Jo!:)

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    1. Oh how I love blogging and the way it morphs into the best adventures. Now we need an artist to draw our characters – except Mooska of course.
      Sara ??? Think you could do Blackthorn Deepwater justice ?? Hehehehe

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      1. Sara is indeed an amazing artist, but I doubt dear woman, that there is an artist who can capture the true, shall we say drama and mystery, that so encompasses me. It tickles me that there are those that try, but really…. capture me? I think not.

        Blackthorn

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        1. I spose I could get a pixie and copy paste Erol Flynns head onto it. Hahaheh No really, Im allready on it. But I’ll wait a bit to get a clearer picture of the characters and give Jo one picture for each chapter. Ill work on them tommorrow. its 1:30 am as I write this.

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          1. Jo, if you have seen the wonderful movie Stardust, you know Blackthorn embraces Robert De Niro’s character. If you’ve not seen it, you must rectify that abysmal situation. 🙂 It is truly an amazing movie. (which by the way, is where you image came from, before TB’s face was superimposed).

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          2. I disagree sweet Sara. Have ‘you’ seen Stardust? If not, hold judgment until you do. 🙂 Afraid to sleep in your presence? Oh my dear, if you think sleep means to close your eyes and dream, you are missing the best part. To sleep (wink, wink) is to know the beauty that is I. Do you dare say you do not long for such a thing? I may not be true, but be grateful I am yours, if only for a moment. You will not regret, but you will judge others by the time we spend.

            Blackthorn

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          3. Needs must I yield to that rapier wit so expertly weilded.
            “Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
            And be it awake, or asleep, or what you please:
            An if you please to call it not sleep,
            Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

            Jo, I expect the readers from the states will be joining the story tommorrow when the sun rises. I look forward to your continued story also.

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      1. Oh sure, jest among yourselves. That seems right for such as thee. I doubt not that love is part of what you see, but do you really see me? I’m sure lust hath smoldered in the pathetic dreams of mortal man, but then, I be not mortal. Love in jest, aye I see the need, and know that thee be worthy, but more for love of me, than love of jest you see. I see the love, and long to laugh with thee, but “I” am Blackthorn, and expect no less. Do you truly jest, and toy with the love that could be yours? (although truly, it is not yours to keep, but you may clutch it to your breast and pray you are the one, not one of, but the one). Oh, silly girl, I love you as much for your passion as for your ignorance. Yea, love me and jest with me, if that brings you joy. Do not let reality intrude on the passion you so justly desire. I am but one man, but I desire to please you all.

        Blackthorn

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          1. What a concise and accurate summation it was indeed Sara. 🙂
            Methinks Blackthorn is feeling a bit overawed in our presence and his buffoonery is but a way to protect his diminishing state of import amongst those of quality and the effervescence of serene minds.

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    1. So are you going to join in on our endeavour here?
      I hope you do – it has been fun so far.
      Anything from a paragraph onwards – whatever you feel like contributing – we welcome all comers to the tale and it’s construction.

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  3. Well beautiful and fair maidens, it appears I must apologize for Blackthorns behavior this past eve. He got out of his cabin sometime during the night, and it appears he has infiltrated your lovely world. He has a bit of a sharp tongue, I pray no one felt it’s sting. He’s not back aboard yet, so ‘ware thee. He may yet show again. He will in his arrogance, sign his name to any missives he cares to share, but the scalawag has pilfered a copy of the Capn’s avatar, and is using it with abandon. He’s certainly a likable sort at times, but I do not condone his rudeness. Please accept my humble apologies for his rudeness. 🙂

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  4. But We ARE the beautiful and the fair. Are We not? I see no mistakes. As one who is cheeky is red.
    When it comes to art, often the mistake becomes the best feature of a work.

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  5. Hi, Jo, I came over as soon as I saw your invitation comment. This looks like a lot of fun! This isn’t my usual type of story, so I’ll need to come up with something. If anyone else wants to take the next chapter don’t wait on me. If I come up with something I’ll find a way to make it fit.

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      1. Cap’n – perhaps you should issue an invitation to some of your crew regarding the tale we are building here. Get them at least thinking about having a look…

        I’m sure they won’t be able to resist an invite from you…or you could always make it an order…hehehehehehe
        😉

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  6. I have an idea for a fairy and it seems to me that Mooska should be the only dragon in this tale, much as I love them. I’ll get to writing and can send it to the Cap’n…er..Blackthorn…for final approval, if that suits? 🙂

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    1. No – definitely NOT !!!
      Uh – uh…
      No final approval is needed for additions to this story – I think that all the others will tell you the same thing.
      You write what you write and up it goes – as you wrote it…
      What say the rest of you fellow scribes ??????

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    1. Hey Em,
      Long story – no not really.
      1. Sara is painting a dragon called Mooska – check him out – he is sooooooooooooo cool
      http://midaevalmaiden.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/mooska-the-cloud-dragon-unfinished/
      2. I was leaving a comment for Brynne on her The Prize Is Life post
      http://presenceofmagic.blogspot.com/2011/09/prize-is-life.html
      and to stop spam you have to type in a word that pops up – the word was PINGHANK – and I fell in love with the word – so in the comment box I told Brynne about PINGHANK and that I wanted to use it AS a word. Clever Brynne said we should write a story with PINGHANK in it.
      3. I wrote something – it is Part 1 of the story – and Mooska made his way into the story.
      4. Told Sara – well asked her if she minded me using Mooska – and Brynne and I asked her to write something as well.
      5. The Cap’n got all excited – as he is wont to do at certain times of the month – and after Brynne wrote Part 2 – he wrote Part 3, then Sara wrote Part 4, and he and Brynne suggested opening it up to anyone who felt the words.
      😉
      So there you have it – a tale in itself…

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  7. Feather Catwitch
    Feather Catwitch

    She watches over small animals.
    She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
    She is only seen in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking.
    She wears pale blue like the sky and has multicoloured wings like a butterfly.

    Thank you for the invite!

    California Ink in Motion
    TheMsLvh

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  8. The pictures are ready, but I still have a faulty internet. I will try to email them now. Then I will keep trying till it works. It may take all day, but lets hope for the best. BlackThorns was the hardest to do as his story had no physical descrptions. As BlackThorn made allusions to his bite, and we all know his wit, I therefore used the open mouth of a sarcastic fringhead for his color pallet.
    Bindweed has my favorite picture, her color pallet was carefree contentment. And meadow is of course the nurturer. I added her daughter in as a mushroom. I wanted to read the story again before drawing but the internet problems prevented. So I missed a few things such as reeds and rainbows. Oh well, maybe in the revision. For the record, even though Goblinfly wears blue, it only looks that way when she is on the sky. Camoflage ya know, all the better for playing tricks. 🙂
    Go gentle with me, I have not drawn in a decade. Had trouble with faces.
    wish me luck. I Havent even been able to follow the comments. Jo watch for it in email and sent confirmation?

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      1. The fairies have faces people – courtesy of our talented and clever (not to mention beautiful, saucy, and sexy) SARA !!!

        I’ve posted her drawings at the beginning with the descriptions…

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  9. Beautiful work Sara, they are amazing. Blackthorn wanted me to tell you, he loves his, and said it’s perfect. He started mentioning something else about handsome, dashing or something, but I quit listening. He would be devastated if he knew I told you this, but he made copies of Bindweed, Feather and Meadow, and posted them in his cabin. I’ve seen him staring wistfully at them when he thinks I’m not looking. 🙂 Of course, I’ve seen him staring wistfully at his own image in the mirror, so take it with a grain of salt.

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  10. I might suggest the history of BlackThorn may be an enigma. Something which cannot be known except as it is experienced? or not.. However the story tellers decide. 🙂
    Feather Catwitch, (the gentle healer?). Lovely name. I shall wait till after her entrance for best accuracy.

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    1. Hearing the pompous words of BlackThorn, FeatherGoblin begins to swoon. “What is this?” She thinks to herself, and being a goblin girl of thick skin she hurredly lookes into her bag of trinkets, wondering if that shiny object she placed in his pocket was in fact the key to her heart and not the tiny gold thimble she intended. What magic has Meadow, sung? She wonders.

      Yeah… I don’t know that it fits into the story, but I had fun with the comment to be sure. 🙂

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  11. Corina in the part of…..Bumble-Bottom (fairy)

    Brings people sweet thoughts that make them smile and/or giggle.
    Keeper of the secret lives of bees.
    Watches over all sweet-producing plants of the forest (honeysuckle, bee balm, hollyhocks, etc.)
    Lives in a beehive.

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    “Oh dear, oh dear!” came the small, worried voice from the rhododendron thicket. “They’ll have my wings for sure if we don’t hurry up and get there! C’mon, Bandylegs, get a move on!” Within moments, what looked like a very large, round bumblebee followed by a bright green and black spiked caterpillar emerged from the leaves near the field where the others were lounging in the sunshine. She spotted the dragon’s blue colors and gave a high-pitched squeal of delight upon seeing him.

    “EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee! Mooooooooska!”

    It sounded like a bee on steroids as the plump fairy float-bounced towards the group. She was unlike most fairies, in that she was quite a bit shorter and twice as round as any of them. Her wings were like a dragonfly’s, but they were tiny, translucent black things in comparison to the rest of her, though she fluttered them to good effect, helping her to maintain her balance. Bumble-bottom, for that was her name, tended to roll and bounce much better than she did flit or fly. She was very chubby with fat, round arms and legs and a fair, cherub-like face with rosy cheeks. Her long-lashed eyes were a beautiful, tawny gold which peeked out beneath a shock of silky black hair. Despite (or perhaps because of) the way they made her look, her favorite colors were yellow and black. She would usually bedeck herself much as she had today, in a tunic and skirt of petals from Black-eyed Susans and a yellow dusting of saffron around the crown of her curly, onyx locks.

    Many of the other fairies in the clan would have nothing to do with her, claiming that she couldn’t possibly be Fae due to her size and overly-bubbly nature. Bumble-bottom had had the unfortunate luck to have her milkweed pod moved at birth to a hive of honeybees. The creature who had done it was a pixie, named Pucksly. Oh, he had laughed and laughed at his impish trick. But Bumble had managed to not only survive, but become accepted and a friend of the bees. It was because of her acceptance into the hive that the fairy colony managed to have honey for all of the great feasts and this was also speculated to be the reason that Bumble, herself, had such a…rather large backside.

    In fact, that was the reason she had been in such a hurry to find her friends, Meadow, Bindweed and Feather. She had heard that Oberon would be returning very soon and thought that honey would be needed for whatever celebration was sure to be held in his honor. Her pet caterpillar, Bandylegs, was presently carrying three giant blobs of the golden liquid between his waxy spines. The rush had poor Bumble quite out of breath by the time she reached them and she immediately plopped near Mooska, catching her breath in great bursts of blowing air. She smiled in greeting at all of them and then her breath sucked in and stopped as she saw…HIM. Her friends knew what a terrible, secret crush she had always had on Blackthorn and she swallowed hard upon seeing him in the shadow of a nearby tree. Twisting her hands in front of her absent-mindedly, Bumble gave a great sigh of longing as she gazed in rapture at the object of her affections. At that moment, Bandylegs finally caught up to all of them and flumped down near the dragon with his burden, turning all twelve black eyes toward Mooska. He couldn’t speak, but grunted in a contented fashion at being warmed by the sunlight.

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    1. Oh Corina, this is wonderfull!! Such personality, I can hear Bumble Bottoms laughter amongst the bees. and she has a self-propelled purse too. So clever. 🙂

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      1. Thank You dear buzzing Corina, Yours will be coming soon too. I plan to have lots of fun with it. 🙂 I do hope you drop, roll and bounce into the story again when ever the fancy strikes you.

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          1. heheheh, Looks like the perfect pic for a book jacket. 🙂 You wouldnt want to get keelhauled. Of course I believe you.

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          2. I never saw that – but it does look like a book jacket photo. LOL. Oops – probably shouldn’t have said that – now I may really be in for that keelhauling. 😉
            I know this is going to sound very odd – but I have often wondered what keelhauling would feel like. Being pulled through the water like that. I saw it once on a movie, and I figured if you COULD hold your breath long enough it might be an (what’s the right word here), interesting sensation. I am so strange…

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          3. If you weren’t such an amusing crew member, I ‘would’ keelhaul you. First, you steal the image from my photobucket account (oh yeah, you’re a Pirate, I taught you to do that 🙂 ), but then you have the nerve to post the stolen goods here, for all to see. I mean, he’s dashing and good looking, but Jo, what were you thinking?

            Oh, and I would never really keelhaul you, it’s much more painful than you imagine. Holding your breath is not the problem, Ships of yore were covered in razor sharp mussels and barnacles, that ripped the body to shreds as it was hauled across the bottom of the ship. Few survived, even if they were breathing when brought back aboard.

            I’ve got a better punishment in mind for you, next time you take advantage of my kind nature. 🙂

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          4. Oh dear…
            a pirate
            well I just can’t help ‘t pilfering…
            😉
            I did have a laugh or two earlier…
            croc
            wondering when you would finally catch on how I showed Sara…
            But I’m too cute to get mad at !!!
            nom nom

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          5. Yes you are, and you’re right, I can’t. 🙂 I just assumed you e-mailed the pilfered image to Sara. I never imagined you would post it on your very popular blog, for all the world to see. 🙂 As I mentioned earlier, It was late and there was a lot of alcohol involved, otherwise that image wouldn’t exist for you to tease me with.

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  12. The Honey delivery catarpillar is on his way!! It should be bouncing its way through cyber space as we speak. I can’t wait to see how they will look up here. This time I did two. Bumble bottoms breathless plopping onto Mosska, deserved it’s own illustration. 🙂

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  13. Dancing around and pointing in a most imature way, “Someones in trouuuubbbblllleee” 😉 I also loved those penguins, they look as if they mean business.

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  14. Oh my GOSH!! Sara that drawing is GREAT!! 😀 That’s so awesome that you included Bandylegs, too! Thank you! And as for Blackthorn’s picture, mmmm I have to say, you sure did pick a good-looking guy…perfect for the part! It really DOES look like a book-jacket cover! You know, that means he has to write a book now. I mean, he already has the perfect book jacket picture, so it needs a book to go with it. You can actually SEE the devilish glint in his eyes.

    And I had no idea that keelhauling was such a horrible affair, either. I’ll be sure to stay on the Captain’s good side. But I couldn’t *help* but crack a smile that the good Cap’n himself had been pirated. >:)

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    1. ‘Tis fitting that the Cap’n had sum pilfering done…hehehehehe…and this lil’ ol’ pirate crew member had some fun doin’ it too…
      😉
      That devilish glint is a wee bit too much pirate tea methinks 😉

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      1. Truly? Is there such a thing as too much Pirate tea? I think not, or why would they make so much? 🙂 Pilfer all you like from the ‘net, but keep your Pirate paws out of the Cap’ns quarters, there are things there best left untouched and unknown. 🙂

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  15. Whoo hoo – my word ‘Pinghank’ is now a spell – how cool is that – I think I love Balladeer – yep anyone who can make my word a spell is pretty darn perfect in my book. @Sara – we need to know what this Pagan Blackwater looks like – don’t ya think ?

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    1. yes, indeedy. Im almost jealous of all the later characters. They got to desgn their own cloths.lol I had a bit of fun mulling over those unusual boots of this mysteriously haunted character. My character really wants to poke them. But Goblinfly has too much respect to do that.

      This new character brought much intrigue to the story. I like it. p.s. Dragonkatet I noticed I forgot to say thankyou further up the comment line, so allow me to do so now. 🙂 Thanks for your joy.

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  16. Okay Jo, finally made my way over. This is fantastic! Since I’ve arrived SO late, to catch up I’m going to have to print out the story and also read all the comments. That’s a lot of catching up…LOL.

    However, i did read a major part of Sara’s Mooska post (excellent drawing BTW)…and while reading it, one of my muses saw me as a Yoda-type character that spurts out wisom-filled phrases every now and then.

    Could such a character fit in in Pinghank, Not necessairly his looks…but then again why not a small almost fizz ballish creature??
    Dunno, let me know what you think. The character could apear from time to time…which would fit my sporatic tme frames for writing.

    Just and idea.

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    1. Yes well you NEED to read the comments. Which will tell you we all feel that anyone and any character will fit this story…have you seen the other characters ??

      It is a TALE. A tale that goes where the writer at the time takes it and we all like it that way – so – a fizz ballish Yoda creature seems about needed to me !!!!!!!!!!

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      1. Heh, heh, heh…These comments are a BOOK on their own. Do you know whether or not there’s some way they can be printed out? LOL.

        Yep, i’ve seen the others. Their illustrations are simply awesome! Can’t wait for Sara to add the Cap’n’s facial traits!!

        Thanks for the green light of Fizz Ballish…after I’ve caught up to speed, I’ll try and pen a text or two! 🙂

        PS: You may be nuts, my riend, but that takes nothing away from your blog’s popularity!
        …indeed, it boosts the levels of interest…Love ya 🙂

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