“Wow,” Merry breathed, as he looked up into the canopy and turned beneath it.
“Be we oak,” Quinn said with pride. “She be as old as time heself.”
“How tall is it?”
“She
reach the heavens.”
Sometimes
Merry had trouble reading facial expressions, like right now, and
he couldn’t tell whether Quinn was kidding.
“I
speak true,” Quinn assured, as he put and arm around Merry and guided him to
the base of the tree.
Its
trunk was massive and Merry guessed it was at least fifty feet wide. “Wow,” he
said again as he looked up into the canopy with appreciation, fully enchanted
by the tree. Something tapped his shoulder and he turned, thinking it was
Quinn.
Quinn
leaned against the tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching Merry from six
feet away. Merry figured his mind was playing tricks on him and he went back to
admiring the tree. He turned slowly, admiring the massive branches and rich
green leaves. Overcome with a sudden desire to spread his arms and spin, he
closed his eyes and began to twirl.
Sunlight filtered through the massive tree and felt warm on his skin as he
breathed in the fresh air around him. The bluebells parted, allowing his softly
shod feet to feel the soft earth beneath him. Bliss filled him as nature seemed
to take him into her arms, as if to welcome him home again. He felt secure, no
longer afraid, at peace for the first time in as long as he could remember.
Mid-twirl,
something tapped him on the shoulder again. He stopped turning, momentarily
dizzy, and looked around. Nothing. Surely, it was Sadb up to
her usual antics. “Stop it, Lady Sadb,” he said as he began to twirl again.
Something
tapped him on the shoulder yet again. He stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over
his feet in the process. This time Quinn laughed. “What?” Merry was
defensive.
“Do ye not see what be right above ye?”
“Do ye not see what be right above ye?”Merry
looked up to find the very tip of a branch poised to tap his shoulder again. It
withdrew quickly, seemingly embarrassed for having been caught in the act.
Merry
turned and gaped at Quinn. “No freakin’ way!”
Quinn
chuckled and nodded. “She wish ye attention.”
“I-it’s
alive?”
“Be
certain she be. Top o’ the morn to ye, Dáira,” he greeted the tree. The tiny
branch reached down and began to play with Quinn’s hair. A second little branch
coyly reached out to meet the first and together they gave a small tug on a
lock. Quinn swatted them away. “She be a bit of a prankster, if I do say
so meself. Don’t be a stone, say hi.”
Merry
snorted. “Right. Like I’m going to talk to a tree.”
“Ye
don’t greet the lady, she take an affrontery.”
“A
whatery?”
“She
take offense to ye.”
Merry gave Quinn a sidelong glance before looking up into the canopy and offering the tree a small wave. “Hi, Dáira,” he said softly, skeptically.
The
annoying little branch reached out, tickled his ear, and quickly withdrew
again. Merry laughed as he shied from it with a hand to his ear.
Quinn
put an arm around him and kissed the side of his head. “If ye wish ‘im to take
a likin’ to ye, don’t be givin’ ‘im grief, Dáira.”
Suddenly,
the bluebells came alive with a cacophony of sounds, an orchestra abruptly set
to tuning. Merry winced as the noise filled his ears and he looked around for the
offending ensemble, but saw only bluebells.
“Th-the
bluebells play music?”
“The
demi-fae be preparin’ for we rade.”
“In
the bluebells?”
“To
be certain. We bells have a fine part in we music.”
Ah,
okay, that explained everything. NOT. “We’re gonna have music?”
Quinn’s
brows shot up as he looked at Merry. “How ye expect to have ye a rade with
no music?”
“I-I
don’t know. I’ve never been to a rah-yay before,” he said lamely.
“Surely
ye have seen a parade?”
Merry
had been to a parade once. His mom took him to the Tournament
of Roses Parade on New Year’s Day when he was ten years old. She’d
also arranged for him to help build a float. After a week of nearly freezing
his fanny off in the refrigerated warehouse of the Rose Palace and coming home
every night with flower glue stuck to every part of his being, it was a thrill
to finally see the float he helped build in the parade. And Quinn was right.
Nearly every float played music as it passed by, and there were a ton of
marching bands in the parade.
“Yeah,
and there was music.”
Of
course, after seeing the rose queen’s float, all he could dream about after
that was becoming a Rose Parade Queen and wearing a tiara.
Conlaoch
suddenly appeared, hovering on the air in front of them. “Lord Conlaoch an
Glas, in the service of we Prince of Fairy, he majesty Quinn Malloy O’Cuinn,
son of we Queen Muirgan of we High Court of Fairy, Queen of Flesh and Bone,
bearer of Hands of Fire and Water, reporting, ye majesty! We be ready to begin!”
he shouted over the dissonance of the tuning instruments.
Quinn
winced at the noise. “Ye be sure we instruments be ready?”
“Aye,
sire!”
As
if on cue, the cacophony quieted and formed the beginning of something
resembling music. Demi-fae floated up from the bells, each bearing an
instrument as they set to flight on the air.
The
tiny little demi-fae who had dared to question Quinn in Merry’s bedroom
appeared, trembling, yet again, as she faced him. “I bring he crown, sire.”
“Ye
be a good lass, Ethne the Wee.”
Out
of nowhere, a small crown—well, a tiara, really—made of glass and diamonds
appeared hovering on the air. Merry didn’t think he’d ever seen something as beautiful.
“Álainn!”
Quinn exclaimed.
Merry
couldn’t help it. He reached out and touched it with a fingertip. “Beautiful,”
he breathed.
“Aye,
be what I say. Álainn.”
“Ay-lin,”
Merry repeated in a whisper.
“Aye,
and it be for ye, me Merry.” Quinn went to place it on Merry’s head and he
leaned away.
“M-me?
W-why? I’m not a p-prince of anything.”
“Ye
be me wee dote, me consort.”
The
demi-fae gasped and swarmed Merry. They lit on his head, his shoulders, even
the tips of his ears, and began to pet his cheek and stroke his hair. It took
every ounce of strength Merry possessed not to bat them away.
“What’s
a consort?”
“Be what
I say,” Quinn said with pride. “Ye move off me Merry, now,” he ordered the
demi-fae as he set the beautiful tiara on Merry’s head. It fit perfectly. Quinn
stepped back, his eyes twinkling just like they did right before he kissed him.
The
demi-fae froze mid-air as if someone had stopped time and silence descended.
Quinn admired Merry and, after a long moment, he leaned in and kissed Merry’s
cheek. The cheek that hadn’t before been Fairy Kissed, and it began to tingle. “Ye
be beautiful, Merry.”
Time
began again and collective “awwwws” followed by long sighs filled the air.
“We rade!” Quinn
shouted abruptly and Merry nearly jumped out of his skin, and the music began.
Two
white horses flew down to greet them. Flew. Flew. OHMYGOD! Flying
horses!
Before
Merry could panic, demi-fae carried him aloft and gently placed him on the back
of one of the winged creatures. He’d never ridden a horse before, let alone a
winged one, and he had no idea what to do. Quinn deftly mounted his horse and, sensing
Merry’s fear, reached and took Merry’s hand in his.
“Use
ye other hand to hold he mane.” Quinn demonstrated with a fist full of white
mane.
“I-it
won’t hurt it? Isn’t it kind of like pulling its hair?”
Quinn
chuckled softly. “Be fine, Merry, and ye need hold on tight as we take flight.”
“F-f-flight?”
Panic built quickly in Merry. “Were gonna fly?”
“Aye.
Ye be right ready?”
“No!”
As the small word escaped him, the demi-fae took to flight and his winged horse
leaped into the air.
Conlaoch
suddenly called a halt to the rade. Time stopped, the music came to
a screeching halt, and everyone froze, including Merry’s winged horse. Okay, it
was bad enough that he was half-naked, only bluebells covering his essentials,
a tree had tapped him on the shoulder, he was wearing a consort hat, or crown,
or tiara. Whatever! Now, he was frozen in midair on a winged
horse. He began to wonder if he was hallucinating.
“What be the matter, Conlaoch?” Quinn asked, anger plain on his face.
Conlaoch gestured to Sadb. “She not spend she five minute with Nolan. We rade canno’ proceed lest we have we a leader.”
OMG I can't believe you stopped it there! RL Better not interfere in getting the next chapter out lol.
ReplyDeleteThe music is absolutely perfect. Really got me in the mind set lol.
LOL Deeze! Stay tuned! Thanks for dropping in! It's always great to see you here!
DeleteI"m with Deeze, "You stopped there!" I adore this story and love the Irish fairy influence in it. The music was pretty good too. I loved the use of pegasus as mounts. Heck, I just love everything about this story.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Damian! It's always great to see you here!
DeleteMy favorite part is where Merry is twirling under the tree. Quinn must be delighted with him! And the tiara is the perfect touch. Loving this story. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dianne! I love twirling in RL. Ahemmm, guess it shows in my writing. I'm kind of into tiaras too. :D It's always great to see you here!
DeleteDo NOT stop now...whimpers and pouts bottom lip, looks around Quinn get Cody writing quicker common now please!!!!!!! Whimpers some more was all ready with my glitter :D
ReplyDeleteLOL, Tara! Sadb needs some help before she can lead the raide. Give her at least one more chapter... :D It's always great to see you here!
DeleteOoh this sounds like fun! Merry has sure had a lot happen to him in a short time and I love that he's just kind of going with the flow. :) I'm really loving this story, Cody.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note….loved the Mannheim Steamroller. Did you know…Chip Davis started Mannheim here in my city? His American Gramaphone label is still here. His ex-wife and I think a couple of his daughters still live here. Chip and Mannheim come back home every Christmas and do a concert here during Christmas week. I think it's on the 22nd this year. I've been listening to their music since the beginning. :)
:D Glad you're enjoying the story, Sandy! Merry is doing a fair job of keeping up with the world of Fairy. Of course, with Quinn at his side, anything is possible! Love Mannheim Steamroller! Thanks for reading Fairy!
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