Just past the last farm and to the left was the edge of town. Beyond, dense trees and foliage along with all sorts of creatures. Most do not venture there. Epic dares and tricks were legendary, but none could be confirmed.
"The trees communicated with their root systems. You can almost hear them whispering." One old man tells his friend as they sit together on the bench outside the local grocery awaiting their wives to reappear.
"With ice cream this time, I hope." His comrade muses to himself half listening to the older man, well 6 months older.
He's heard it all before and still doesn't believe him. "Jessie, you've got to turn over the record. Try the B side for a while. It may not be as interesting. But friend, I don't think I can listen to you tell that story one more time!" Finger waving for emphasis.
He continues. "It's been 65 years. Let it go." He shakes his head for he cares for his longtime pal.
"Could you let go of something like that happening to you? I was just ten years old!" His voice shakes with frustration. "I will not for I don't want to forget it. How do you know it won't happen again?"
Will whispers back, "I don't." and turns his eyes toward the two ladies emerging from the grocery, paper bags in their arms.
Both men stand and quickly take the bags.
The girls had built a swell fort. It is at Ella's place, way in the back behind the big red barn. Sitting together, they vote little Daisy into the club.
Daisy sits wide eyed looking to her older sister for cues. Her kin, the oldest of the quartet. She is kind and always says yes when Sara wants to tag along.
Alvina senses Daisy's questioning heart. "You are one of us. Now let me take a bit of your hair for the Brownie Lodge locket."
She pulls the long chain over her head. Dahlia clips a bit of Daisy's hair. Daisy checks smoothing her short bob. Ella comes forward with the small mortar and pestle. Oils and herbs had been prepared and were ready to meet Daisy's hair.
Daisy leans in on her tip toes wondering if her hair will turn to gold or something.
Alvina places her hand on her sister's back. "Give her a bit of space to grind the pellet together. Here, you hold the locket for now."
A big smile moves to the edges of the little girls face. She's never touched the Lodge locket before. Clasping it in her hands as if it's fragile, the locket feels like it has a heartbeat. She freezes, her eyes looking to the other girls. Lub-dub, the gold locket pumps again.
Feeling too grown up to just drop it, she decides to surreptitiously pass it on to Dahlia whose just standing over Ella that's grinding furiously whose elbows are out with faced scrunched in effort.
She's in the rhythm. The sound of the marble pestle rubbing the mortar's bowl gives out a sharp squeak at times. Dahlia steps back a bit.
Daisy sees her opportunity. "Dahlia, here's the locket." She holds out her cupped hands and nods from the locket to the girl already shaking her head no.
"Nope, you gotta manage it until your pellet is ready." Dahlia totally gets what's going on.
Alvina kneels before her sister. You hold the hearts of all that have been here before us Daisy. This is a very important task.
"Do you got this?" She smiles gently to her little sister.
"Uh, sure." Daisy nods pulling the locket back toward her chest. She takes a seat on one of the frayed ottomans.
Ella begins, "Almost…. Got it. Almost…"
"Just tell us when you're ready." Dahlia replies adjusting her hairband. She's ready to motor to the woods. This is her favorite part.
Alvina draws near the mortar's bowl. Ella looks up to her eyes. Serious, she nods. The tallest of the group takes her pincer fingers and grasps Daisy's pellet coming toward the littlest of the group.
Daisy fumbles with the locket trying to open it.
"Leave it be little sister. Extend your hands out and open them up to me." Alvina's pincer fingers leading her to the gold locket resting in little hands. Hovering over the locket she lets go.
Daisy is not sure if she closed her eyes for the pellet disappeared before her. She looks about on the floor around her. Confused, she's not so certain she hasn't messed up the whole thing.
"You did well." Ella takes the locket from her. Your pellet is now safe within the Lodge locket.
"Oh wow. Okay!" Daisy is happy that's over with.
Ella takes the locket. Moving in front of Alvina, who leans forward, Ella drops the chain over her head.
"Now let's head to the woods!" Dahlia is half way out of the fort.
Daisy's eyes grow double the size. She looks to her sister.
Alvina grabs Dahlia's dress hem just in time. "Wait. You explain to Daisy."
"Me? Why? You're her sister." Dahlia's impatience is now apparent. She sees Ella and Alvina's expressions change. "Ah… okay…" she responds resigned.
Dahlia takes a seat on a puffy ottoman and gestures Daisy to sit by her side. Alvina and Ella sit upon the big pillows across from them folding their legs.
"We don't know why, actually. We only know that this has gone on for a long, long time. When the locket came to Alvina, things just started to happen. You know Ella's mum is a kinda wise woman, yeah?" Daisy nods slowly. "Well Ella picked up some things and just sort of new what we needed, her working in her mum's apothecary and all."
"Just where do you come in all of this?" Daisy asks.
"I was just going to tell you. It's the most important part. You see, my people know the woods." Dahlia emphasizes woods for color.
"What!?" Daisy stands. The three girls circle Daisy leading her out through the forts entrance.
"Trust us." Alvina smiles.
The trio continue to encircle Daisy leading her past the last farm just to the edge of the small farming community. Stopping abruptly, Daisy smashes her nose into Dahlia's back. Dahlia looks back, her brows furrowed.
"Step back. I need to concentrate." She gently takes Daisy's shoulders and guides her backward, the other two girls remaining in step with their newest member.
Dahlia begins hyperventilating, then she holds her arms up and pushes against the air in front of her. An imaginary force causes her to push even harder. The noise of a boulder moving echoes. Dahlia wipes her hands and gestures for the other girls to go first.
Ella and Alvina move in a manner that push Daisy as if she's in a large crowd moving without choice.
Inside the woods, the air smells fresh, the birds singing. Sounds of creatures scurrying about surround them. Coming to a large tree about 100 yards from the edge of town they nestle Daisy in their care. Alvina holds out the locket and leans down toward the base of the tree.
The Faeries fly out of a small wooden door.
Buzzing about. "What's this?!" One little faerie flies close to Daisy who is protected by her friends.
Alvina lets go of the locket and address the swarm. "You are now seen by four. As we are seen by the many Fay."
Be seeing you tomorrow.
Cheers and best,
Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 34 of 365 Orbit