a mithril-woven tale

Arthur Rackham, Illustration for Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens: “Looking Very Undancy, Indeed.”

She had 24 tiny vials of pixie dust. Each was neatly corked, keeping the contents fresh and sparkly. Past due date and stale pixie dust could have the opposite effect. If sprinkled to create a wildflower meadow, old dust might cause a field of thistle and burrs to sprout and spread.

She kept the treasure hidden in an old wooden soap box under the 3rd floorboard to the right in the garret. Other trinkets resided there: 8 smooth-polished river rocks; 3 tiny golden bells from cat collars; 2 broken chain bracelets; a jar of glass beads; 5 hair ribbons; and 2 beaten and bent spoons.

She believed in magical things. Of fairies in gossamer gowns. Of elven jewelry of mithril and tourmaline. Of whortleberry tea drank from raspberry tea cups. Of rabbit holes to wonderlands.Of wishing on stars. Of the power of love and loyalty. And the special properties of pixie dust.

As she aged, the treasures grew. And the vials of pixie dust lessened. She gave vials to people she thought needed hope, help, promise. People who no longer dreamed or wished. The sad. The homeless. The lost. All she asked in return was a small “something” for her treasure trove, and for the person to now never give up hope or dreams.

She grew tired with time. She sometimes almost gave up hope, herself. Or wondered if elves really crafted jewelry so light, it floated around the neck. Or that just beyond the horizon was Shangri-La. Then, she thought of the pixie dust, and her face glowed as if a child again. Pixie dust maintained it’s magic properties; but best by date was coming up for the last 2 vials.

On the afternoon she gave away the last bottle, she thought “I am done. I will go back to the garret, rock in my chair, and wait for the end.”

“Miss, Miss,” a voice behind her called. Turning, she recognized a woman she had given a vial of pixie dust to the year before. Panting a bit, and smiling, when she caught up, she said, “Miss. I have looked for you. I only needed 1/2 a vial to have my hopes and dreams return. So, I wanted to give you the other 1/2. Perhaps there is someone else who doesn’t need a full dose of your pixie dust.”

She took the small vial from the woman, half full of kaleidoscope coloured pixie dust. Rolling it in her hands, she said, “Yes I do know someone. Thank you.”

To herself, “Now when I go home to wait, I’ll be waiting for fairies and elves; prince charmings and white knights. My escorts for a trip to Wonderland.”

Written as a distraction from stuff for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge 93.

(c) taleweaver/ing (phylor) 2015


17 thoughts on “a mithril-woven tale

  1. Suzanne December 30, 2015 / 2:49 am

    Wonderful. Fairy land always exists – all we have to do is believe as they say. Your magical words weave a spell that brings it closer.


    • tale weaver/ing December 30, 2015 / 10:42 am

      Thank you.
      I wanted to write of the possibility of fairy land, and how someone not of there might get there.
      I’m glad I was able to bring you a step or two closer.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Suzanne December 30, 2015 / 5:39 pm

        You definitely did.


  2. clothespeggedpat December 29, 2015 / 6:32 pm

    Gorgeous combination of ideas and images – including the lovely one you’ve used in your post. As for the “distraction” from things – that sounds ominous – and I really hope that you are well – and at the very least, this brilliant and delightful tale – of the inherent beauty of innocence when truly loved and valued – has lifted your spirits and offered you some hope and light as well. I know it has me – and for that, I say “thank you.”

    And so thank you for sharing your “fluff” – but I shall refer to it as “magickal pixie dust” – for this last 2015 photo challenge :)

    Cheers~ Pat


    • tale weaver/ing December 30, 2015 / 10:55 am

      Thank you, Pat, for your ever encouraging words and fantabulous comments.
      I usually write for distraction — I had to pull back for a while because the distraction was becoming a distraction.
      December is often a rough month for me — just a bit harder this year.
      I do still have a vial or two of my pixie dust; I’ve never tried it on myself.
      I’m looking forward to your challenges in 2016. I may still have a “magickal” touch then.

      Liked by 1 person

      • clothespeggedpat December 31, 2015 / 9:27 pm

        December is also a trial for me – and this year – well the entire year – ugh.

        Anyhow I’m sure the magick resides deep within your spirit – and so it will emerge when all things are in place – and it often does whether we are aware or ready or not anyhow – so …. we shall move onto 2016 – and continue to encourage and inspire one and all :)

        and pixie dust is *always* good to have on hand ;)


          • clothespeggedpat January 2, 2016 / 11:24 am

            thank you Phylor :) … I’m working at finding my own magic elixir and jars of dusting my nose and my toes with good things powders – but it’s always reassuring to know there are others who are willing to share ;)


  3. Sheri December 29, 2015 / 9:51 am

    Another beautiful tale.


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