I can’t believe how long it seems that I have been away. It seemed like yesterday I was in the Wilde Caves, but today I just returned from a fantastic trip. I was traveling back home, just north of the Appalachian Mountains and South of the Andes, in a small valley admiring a butterfly (Blues Blackus Wingus I believe) and I heard a noise off in the distance, the sound of drumming, and chanting. I wasn’t aware of any native peoples in this area, so the Explorer within me searched out the sound, to ignore the call would be such a Flake.
While walking a woodland path searching for this drumming, I noticed a mirror on the edge of the path, twined with vines and branches. I did what any bold explorer would do and checked my hair, because one doesn’t want to offend the natives. Looking at my mane in the mirror, I noticed behind me a man with a feathered headdress and mask. I turned to look the man was gone, but sitting on a rock was snake, covered in rainbow scales each sparkling in the sunlight. I moved closer, and noticed the scales were feathers and the creature had wings. He rose up and flew further into the woods. I followed him, for what is there at the end of rainbows but treasure? Time seemed to stretch and minutes flew by day and night, night and day. What a great time, memories of dancing by a fire, speaking with deities, hearing wonderful music and stories, and the sweet taste of grapes, a trip to a faerie shrine, my own encounter with a dragon, a bear, a cub and a wizard, a goddess and raven, even a walk around a circle of the sun. Such great memories.
I thanked my host, and was surprised that when I returned, a bag of gifts I had and also some trinkets. Some I keep close to my heart, others I will put them on the site to sell.
I am very, very happy I followed that feathered serpent betwixt the worlds.
May all your trips be Wonder full,