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A Neverland Saga - Chapter 10 - Westward part 2
Vidia woke when she sensed a change in the dragon's flight. She sat up and saw they were descending to a green area ahead. "Hey," she called to her 2 sleeping companions, "Wake up. We're about to land."
"This is Silfra's rest stop." Bíbí told them. Silbrfylgja landed gracefully on a high, grassy area near a pond, facing away from the glacier behind them. Bíbí grabbed the picnic basket, and the 3 fairies left the coach for the grass outside. Prilla unpacked the supper as Bíbí spoke to her dragon. "How are you doing? Not too tired? No frost on your wings? No strains?"
"I'm fine." Silbrfylgja smiled. Bíbí fluttered to inspect marks made by bullet ricochets.
"How long have we been flying?" Vidia asked the dragon.
"About 5 hours. I could have stopped on the ice cap, but this is more pleasant."
"Why is it so light here?" Vidia looked at the sky. "After 5 hours it should be about 10:30 at night. What time is it?"
"We've been flying west with the sun, and right now we're inside the Arctic Circle, so you won't see a true night. It would be about 8:30 in the evening here."
"Hm. Tinker Bell never mentioned this."
A cold breeze blew down from the ice cap and the fairies were grateful for the sheltering warmth of Silbrfylgja as they ate their supper. There were many rocks in the grass, but they could see several small lakes nearby.
Prilla suddenly remembered something. "Silbrfylgja said she had a task to perform. What is it?"
Bíbí became nervous. "S-sko... why don't you ask her?" As Prilla turned to the dragon, she noticed Bíbí stuff fingers in her ears and start humming a vaguely familiar fairy song.
"I must hunt." Silbrfylgja told Prilla. Bíbí's humming continued.
"Hunt for what?" Vidia asked with measured caution.
"About once a month I need food. Don't worry, fairies are not on my menu. I hunt in Greenland & Canada for caribou, musk ox, polar bear, moose, walrus... If I fly to Norway & Finland, I can also hunt reindeer." The dragon watched their reaction.
"I see." Vidia nodded. "So we're flying with a hungry dragon."
"Thank you for telling us." Prilla smiled weakly at the dragon. She nudged the still-humming Bíbí, who stopped & pulled her fingers from her ears.
"I'm sorry," Bíbí blushed, "I realize carnivores need to eat too, but there are some things an animal-talent just shouldn't know about." She began to gather up the picnic supplies.
Prilla fluttered to a lonely dwarf fireweed against the south side of a rock, its magenta flowers beckoning the light. "There must be fairies in Greenland. I wish we could find them."
"Why don't you send them a message?" Vidia snidely remarked. Prilla's face slowly lit up with an idea, and Vidia followed with "Kidding...!" She really didn't want to spend any more time here.
Prilla knelt and dug into her carry-bag for a blank piece of parchment and a charcoal writing stick, then began writing:
August 1942
Fairies from Heimagarður and Neverland were here,
on our way west to visit fairies on Baffin Island.
We would like to meet you.
Talk to the crystal pendant.
Prilla asked her travel companions to sign their names. Bíbí signed her proper name Birna, and also signed for Silbrfylgja. Prilla emptied the carry-bag's contents onto the ground, then placed the letter, her map book, her communication pendant, and a bag of her emergency pixie dust into the bag.
"What are you going to do with that, now?" Vidia prodded.
Prilla gathered pebbles together in a patch at the base of the dwarf fireweed plant. "Too bad we don't have a long ribbon to tie on it." she commented about the carry-bag.
"Ó, wait!" Bíbí buzzed to the coach and returned moments later with a bright, decorative ribbon from the interior.
"Perfect!" Prilla tied the ribbon to the bag, set the bag on the pebbles to keep it above the damp ground, and proceeded to bury the bag in more pebbles until only the ribbon was exposed. Finally she hovered above the fireweed plant and showered it with a burst of pixie dust, but nothing happened.
"Uh... You're not a garden-talent." Vidia pointed out.
"I know, but I've seen Rosetta do that so many times I thought it might have some effect..." Prilla hesitated. "Oh, well. Best I can do." She gathered up her remaining gear from the carry-bag and Apparated home where she dropped it on her kitchen table, then instantly returned to Greenland.
Once in the air, it was a half hour of flying to the Greenland west coast. The Davis Strait took another hour before Bíbí pointed ahead to Baffin Island. She cautioned them that Baffin Island was very large, however. They flew over mountains and more glaciers for a while, then down & across Cumberland Sound. The land on the other side of the large bay was much flatter and peppered with small lakes.
"Not long now." Bíbí told them. "Watch for a large lake." Thirty minutes later, the lake crept into view. "On the other side of the lake."
"I don't see anything." Prilla hoped to sight fairy territory from the air.
"Keep watching." Bíbí smiled as the dragon slowed. Suddenly the air appeared to roll with waves as if a huge landscape-painted curtain was drawn back, and they were over a large fairy valley. Vidia & Prilla gasped together. "Fairy magic." Bíbí told them. "There are no trees or hills to hide Takuminattuk, so they use other tricks."
Silbrfylgja descended while circling, and landed in an open area near the center. As the 3 fairies exited the coach, several local fairies flew up and began untying the coach from the dragon. Together they carried the coach to a quiet corner for temporary storage. The 3 travelling companions quickly fluttered back to Silbrfylgja.
"Thank you for flying us here." Prilla told Silbrfylgja.
"Yes, we might never have found this place on our own." Vidia added.
"And thank you for saving us from the volcano."
"It was my pleasure," Silbrfylgja nodded, "And... it was my duty."
"Now, be careful out there." Bíbí fluttered up near the dragon's face. "I don't want to have to explain any more marks on you to the other animal-talents." She held & kissed Silbrfylgja's nose. Vidia could swear the dragon was touched by that.
"I'll return a day or 2." Silbrfylgja stepped back from them. "Fljúgumst." With a few mighty flaps, the dragon was in the air and over the horizon in seconds.
Bíbí pulled her attention back to the Neverland fairies, asking "Shall we get some tea?"
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Interesting side note:
The fairies' rest stop in Greenland is only about 25 miles NE of Bluie West-8, a US airbase used in WW2 as a rest & refuel stop for American and Canadian-built warplanes being ferried to Britain.