I realized that the last Wolfwalkers fanfiction I wrote was published a year ago. I thought now was a good a time as any to post a new one. I scrambled with a plot, spending three days on this story.

The holiday they're celebrating is Beltane. You know? May Day? The song Mebh's singing is "The Maypole Song." I used the one sung in The Wicker Man movie. The original from 1973, not the 2006 remake with Nicolas Cage. I wanted this to be authentic, so I did it.

Yeah, Robyn and Mebh have a new little sister. I always intended for them to have a sister, but she was going to have a different name. I forgot what the original name was going go to be, so I picked this one. It's a strong name either way.

Anyways, enjoy my new fanfiction. ^_^


The air was balmy the moment Robyn stepped outside. The trees swayed in the breeze, and she inhaled a whiff of fresh air, picking up other scents, too; lavender, pine, and something that resembled jasmine. Robyn opened her eyes, gazing at the morning sun rising over the towering pine trees.

The forest was vast, foggy, and lush. Its canopy was claimed by poplar, chestnut, and birch, and ample openings let enough dancing beams of light through for disorderly shrubs to take advantage of the crunchy layer of leaves below. Swooping tree limbs clung to every tree, and a medley of flowers, which were unique to this region, caught attention in the otherwise amber backdrop.

A disharmony of wild sounds, which were caused by small creatures, reverberated through the air, and were out of sync with the rustling of the leaves and branches of the tree tops in the wind.

Robyn stood in a clearing surrounded by pines, hearing a sharp chirp over the gentle chimes of birdsong. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Merlyn swoop down in an elegant nosedive. She held out on her arm clad in a leather glove and the hawk perched, gripping his talons in. A set of footsteps crept up into her ears. Robyn turned around to see Mebh running towards her at full speed. The redhead wrapped her arms around her, giggling happily.

"Robyn!," cheeped Mebh, squeezing tighter.

"I'm happy to see you, too," said Robyn, patting Mebh's hair.

Mebh pulled back, stepping aside and lifting her dress.

"Isn't this great?," she quoth, giving a twirl. "We get new clothes for May Day."

"I love my new dress," said Robyn, looking down at her dress. It was grass green with gold trim on the sleeves, and with a matching gold sash. Lifting her dress, she looked down at the brown flats adorning her feet.

Mebh admired her blue-and-silver gown with long sleeves. Her red hair was covered in flowers and leaves.

Merlyn fluttered his wings, ascending higher until he glided towards the grove, perching on a branch.

"How do you and your mother celebrate May Day?," asked Robyn.

"Mammy and me usually spent it making flower crowns and singing 'The Maypole Song,'" said Mebh. "It's always been just the two of us, but I'm happy ye get to celebrate with me. And yer da is making that maypole."

"What's 'The Maypole Song'?" Robyn raised a brow. "What are the words?"

"Oh, I'll teach you," replied Mebh.

Robyn smiled.

Mebh cleared her throat.

"Here's how the song goes."

Robyn perked her ears.

In the woods there grew a tree

A fine, fine tree was he was

From the way Mebh was singing, the song had a fast beat. It would sound better with music accompanying it.

On that tree there was a limb

And on that limb there was a branch

On that branch there was a nest

And in that nest there was an egg

In that egg there was a bird

And from that bird a feather came

Of that feather was a bed

Mebh clapped her hands, tapping her feet. Her smile grew wider. Robyn found herself tapping her foot to the beat, enjoying the feeling of the song.

On that bed there was a girl

And on that girl there was a man

From that man there was a seed

And from that seed there was a boy

From that boy there was a man

And for that man there was a grave

From that grave there grew a tree

"I like the song," said Robyn.

"Yeh," uttered Mebh, "let's go see if that maypole's finished."

Robyn nodded.

She and Mebh turned and ran down the way Mebh came. Merlyn chirped and swooped down, gliding overhead of the two girls. Mebh laughed.

They raced through the forest, passing the trees. The wind blew through their hair; Robyn's in a tight braid flew in the breeze like a tail. She and Mebh reached the edge of the treeline, and they both leaped out frenziedly.

"Beat ya!," chirruped Mebh.

"Only because I let you win!," boasted Robyn.

"Yeah right!" Mebh snorted.

Robyn looked up to see a tall pole a few yards away. It was covered in long ribbons in many different colors with flowers on the top. Mebh smiled ear to ear. She ran towards it.

Merlyn hovered over the pole, talons preparing to grab the top. He chirped and landed, perching gracefully. He folded his wings crisply against his body, looking down at Robyn and Mebh.

A rustle grabbed Robyn's attention. She turned her head, looking over to the right. She saw a huge form slink out, recognizing it as her father. Goodfellowe greeted his daughter with a smile on his face. He was holding two flower crowns.

"Hello, girls," he said.

"Father," said Robyn, waking up to him.

"My, don't you look beautiful?" He knelt down, putting a flower crown on her blonde hair.

Mebh charged up Goodfellowe, plucking the remaining flower crown from his hands. She placed it on her head, smiling giddily.

"Thank you, Father," said Robyn. "Happy May Day."

"Happy May Day," said Goodfellowe, patting her head.

"It's actually called 'Beltane,'" retorted Mebh, "but it's the same thing." She looked past Goodfellowe, eyes widening.

From the treeline came Moll, dressed in a dark green long-sleeved dress with silver trim. A flower crown adorned her head. She was carrying a bundle of blankets, gently rocking it. She smiled tenderly.

"Mammy!," chirped Mebh, running up to her.

"Mebh," she said, stooping down, stroking her daughter's hair. A gurgle from the bundle grabbed their attention. Moll looked down.

"Yer excited for today, too, aren't ya?"

Moll undid the bundle to reveal an infant with peach skin, auburn hair and blue eyes. A soft rosy tint hued the cheeks; the tiny hands reached out for their mother, giggling.

"Hi, Freya," crooned Mebh, waving to the baby.

Freya looked up at Mebh, reaching her arms for her.

Robyn walked up to them.

"How's Freya?," she asked.

"Oh, she's just fine, m'dear," said Moll, straightening.

Goodfellowe sauntered up to Moll, wrapping his arm around. He glanced down at Freya, smiling sweetly.

"She's beautiful," he said.

"Of course she is," lilted Moll. She and Goodfellowe shared a kiss.

Merlyn, from atop the maypole, chirped sharply.

"Mammy," piped Mebh, "I was just teaching Robyn 'The Maypole Song.'"

"Oh, that's right," said Robyn, "I still don't know the rest of the words."

"Yah, well, where did we leave off?" Mebh taxed her mind.

"Something about a grave and a tree."

"Ah right!" Mebh snapped her fingers. "Here's the next part."

In Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle

"What's Sumerisle?," queried Robyn.

"It's an imaginary island where the sun is always shining," said Moll, "and it's summer all the time."

"Sounds wonderful," said Goodfellowe, "summer everyday."

Freya gurgled, sticking her tongue out with a trail of drool dripping down her chin.

"Why don't you two play on the maypole?," suggested Moll. "I still need to bring the food." Turning to Goodfellowe, she held Freya for him, saying, "Could you take her? I'll be right back."

"Of course," said Goodfellowe, taking the baby into his arms. Freya cooed.

"I'll be back," said Moll.

She walked toward the treeline, disappearing within the trees.

Goodfellowe looked over at Mebh and Robyn, smiling.

"You mind if I join you?," he asked.

"No," said Mebh, "come on, these strings won't twine themselves."

Mebh grabbed a green ribbon, and Robyn grabbed a red ribbon. Goodfellowe stood behind Robyn, grabbing a bright yellow ribbon. Freya looked up at the flowers on the top of the maypole, letting out a peal of giggles.

"Alright," said Mebh, "now picking up where we left off."

As soon as Mebh took the first step, Robyn and her father followed her lead, listening to her sing.

On that tree there was a limb

And on that limb there was a branch

On that branch there was a nest

And in that nest there was an egg

In that egg there was a bird

And from that bird a feather came

Of that feather was a bed

Freya, in her father's arms, reached out her tiny hands, blowing a raspberry. Spittle dribbled down her chin. She kicked her feet, determined to get out of the blankets.

"What is it?," said Robyn, looking over her shoulder.

"I think she wants to get down," said Goodfellowe, stopping. He let go of the ribbon, and crouched down, unwrapping the blanket around Freya. He gentle put her down on the ground.

Mebh stopped to watch Freya crawl on her hands and knees, not minding that she had to stop the maypole dance. Her sister was more important.

Freya crawled up toward the maypole, reaching out a hand to the colorful strings. She swatted at the strings, getting a grip on the one Goodfellowe had grabbed. She let out a coo.

"I think she wants to play, too," said Mebh, walking up to the baby girl. She crouched down, picking her up. "Just like her big sister Mebh."

"Don't forget me," said Robyn.

Freya kicked her legs, squealing. Mebh giggled. The baby pulled on the ribbon, but something else indicated she wanted something more.

"What is it?," asked Mebh, holding the baby at arm's length. "You wanna crawl? Can ya walk yet?"

"I think she's still too young for that," ventured Robyn.

"You were about her age you started walking," quipped Goodfellowe.

"She's not even a year old yet," reminded Robyn.

"Well, she's wants to do this on her own," said Mebh, setting Freya down on the grass. "Come on, Freya, you can do it."

Mebh stepped away to give Freya room, watching with bated breath. Goodfellowe stayed where he was, ready to intervene if Freya got hurt. The baby crawled, dragging her white dress on the dirt. She held the ribbon in her hand in a tight grip.

Merlyn chirped, fluttering his wings.

"Ooh, look," cooed Mebh, sidling over.

Robyn watched. Freya pulled on the ribbon. She was on her hands and knees, but it looked like she was trying to come to a stand. The baby's legs wobbled before dropping back on her knees.

"Come on, Freya, you can do it," encouraged Mebh.

Goodfellowe watched concernedly with a hint of curiosity.

"I'm back," announced Moll, emerging from the treeline. She carried a basket and a jug in the other hand.

"Mammy!," called Mebh, waving her arms. "I think Freya's trying to walk!"

"Is she?," said Moll, walking toward the group. She stood beside Goodfellowe, setting the basket down on the ground, along with the jug. "Well, let's see if she can." She knelt down, holding out her arms. "Freya, m'darling," she said, "come here, come here to mamma."

Freya lifted her head, looking over her shoulder. She turned around, still holding the ribbon. She gurgled, spittle dripping down her chin.

"That's it, Freya," said Moll, "good girl."

Robyn stood Mebh, a smile spreading across both their fades.

Freya slowly came to a stand, keeping her eyes on her mother.

"Come to papa, Freya," said Goodfellowe, holding out his arms openly, offering an encourage smile.

"Go on, Freya," said Robyn, "you can do it."

Merlyn squawked, wings unfurled. He fluttered to the ground, landing on a nearby rock.

"That's it, m'dear," said Moll, "go on. Come to mamma."

"You can do it, Freya," said Mebh.

Freya pulled on the ribbon, then released the ribbon, gaze locked on her mother and father. She took one steady step, almost falling over, then straightened upward. She raised her arms, keeping her smile. Her blues eyes twinkled.

"Go on, Freya!," chirruped Mebh, jumping up and down. "You can do it."

Freya gurgled as she took another step. Then she took another, laughing with joy.

"Come on," said Goodfellowe. "That's it."

Freya giggled. Her steps were becoming faster.

Robyn watched in anticipation.

Mebh chirped and danced on the rock.

It took seconds for Freya to reach her parents. By then she alms let fell over until Moll caught her. She looked up at her.

"You did it, mo ghrá," said Moll, "you took yer first steps."

"I'm so proud of you," said Goodfellowe.

Mebh ran over to her mother and Goodfellowe, keeping her eyes trained on Freya.

"Meh baby sister can walk," she cheeped, crouching down.

Robyn joined her by Mebh's side. She caressed Freya's cheek.

"You're a big girl now," she said.

On the rock, Merlyn trilled rhythmically, almost as though he were singing an actual song and not just the usual chirp.

Robyn chuckled, looking over at the hawk.

"Merlyn's happy, too," she commented.

Mebh stood up, holding Freya's hand.

"Let's keep singing The Maypole Song," she said.

Robyn clasped Freya's left hand, nodding in agreement.

"Come on, Freya," she said, looking at her infant sister.

Freya laughed.

She and Mebh walked their sister toward the maypole, although at a slower pace for Freya.

Moll rose to her feet, followed by Goodfellowe. The two walked over to the tall maypole. Moll took hold of a purple ribbon, while Goodfellowe grabbed a green one instead.

"Alright then," said Mebh. "From the top."

"I'll sing, too," uttered Robyn.

Mebh grinned. "Right."

In Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle, Sumerisle

Robyn parted her lips to join in the refrain, all while her father joined Moll in the maypole dance.

On that bed there was a girl (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)

And on that girl there was a man (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)

From that man there was a seed (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)

And from that seed there was a boy (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)

From that boy there was a man (Sumerisle, Sumerisle)

And for that man there was a grave

From that grave there grew a tree

Freya giggled, letting go of both her sisters' hands. She took a step, then another. Robyn and watched their sister make the unsteady walk towards her parents. Moll stopped, letting go of the ribbon. She dropped to her knees, holding out her arms. Goodfellowe stood, watching with pride. Freya's walk became fast-paced and determined.

"Gotcha," said Moll, wrapping her arms around her. Freya babbled.

"That's my girl," said Goodfellowe, kneeling beside his wife. Moll nuzzled him, stroking his cheek.

"Freya!," hooted Mebh, scampering up to the three.

Freya giggled, arms raised in the air. She made the wobbly walk up to Mebh, who caught her in a hug.

"Let's play on the maypole," she said, "you get the green one."

The redhead lead Freya toward the maypole, handing her the green ribbon. The baby took it in her tiny hand, gripping it tightly.

"Here," said Robyn, handing Freya a flower. She bent down and put it the baby's auburn hair. Freya cooed.

Merlyn swooped in, gliding upwards. He perched on the top of the maypole, chirping sharply.

"Follow my lead," chirped Mebh, holding Freya's hand.

She walked with Freya watching curiously. Robyn grabbed ahold of a red ribbon. Moll and Goodfellowe each grabbed a ribbon and joined in the dance. Both Robyn and Mebh continued singing "The Maypole Song," filling the forest with joyful melodies.

The song's melody was carried in the forest, harmonizing with the distant calls of faraway beasts and cheerful birdsong.


Yeah, so, good way to start first day of May, huh? :3

It's so good to see the wolfwalker family again. Glad to see they all got what they wanted. Mebh absolutely adores her baby sister. ^u^ So does Robyn.

Listen to "The Maypole Song" performed by The Mediævel Baebes. It's rad. :D