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"Perwinkle´s Misadventures" by Candice Dosela

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Periwinkle, a mischievous sprite, gets lost on her journey to the Mirth Hold Fair.  She wallows in the mud, a squirrel steals from her and of course Periwinkle saves the day.


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Periwinkle’s Misadventure

Wood Sprite Tales

 

Periwinkle Blackthorn of Opus Hold was often in trouble.  Most of the time, she had no idea how she got there. 

Like two winters ago…Elder Privet, a pompous sprite of influence at Opus Hold, had asked the Blackthorn family to weave new silk curtains for the Great Hall.  They had gladly taken on the task to prove their worth to the other Sprites of the Hold.

The whole family got involved in the task.  After the curtains were spun, weaved, dyed, sewn and hung, an exhausted Mother Blackthorn had asked Periwinkle to do the simple last job. 

As the Periwinkle tied the last curtain back, Elder Privet entered the hall to approve the finished project.  He called out, “Periwinkle Blackthorn!  Where are your folks?”  He startled Periwinkle so badly she gripped the curtain, fell, and pulled down the clothe she desperately clutched.  There was a horrible chain-reaction.  One curtain fell and knocked down another and another, till a stunned Elder Privet watched a heavy wooden curtain rod above him collapse.  He ran back and forth to get out of the way.  He even flapped his wings to get off the ground but it was no use.  The rod tumbled down and knocked him out. 

Periwinkle ran too him and tried to help.  “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!”  She patted him, looking for where he was hurt.  When he finally came to, Elder Privet said, “Don’t touch me!  Get away from me you nincompoop!”

Periwinkle had been in trouble again.  Even after re-hanging the beautiful curtains, it took the Blackthorns months and months to regain favor in the Hold.

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This year, Periwinkle wanted badly to go to the Mirth Hold Fair.  The spring fair was a favorite time for all Wood Sprites.  With her poor luck though, she had been restricted to the Hold the past three years during the fair.  This winter she had vowed she would be on her best behavior. 

Periwinkle!” Mother Blackthorn called from the kitchen.

Coming Mother!”  She ran quickly from her room to the kitchen and skid to a halt in front of her plump mum.

Dear heart,” Mother said, “Your father and I had a little talk.  We saw your remarkable effort this winter to not annoy any of the Elders of the Hold. Indeed a difficult task,” she mumbled under her breath.  “You didn’t knock any one out this year.  And…we decided you may go to the fair.”

Periwinkle leaped for joy and gave her mum a smothering hug.

But!” Mother said pulling free from her daughter, “You must take bolts of silk clothe to trade and you must stay with your brothers!”

Periwinkle said as if in agony.  “Mother!  It’s so much work to set up the booth and trade.  All I want to do is go to the fair so I can dance.  Plus, Borage is so bossy and Turnsole doesn’t even notice me!”

No bellyaching from you young lady,” Mother Blackthorn said. “There’ll be plenty of time to dance after the work is done and you will stay with your brothers.  Those are the rules and if you choose not to follow them you will not go!”

Periwinkle saw that her mother would not bend.  For fear of losing her opportunity to go, she looked up and quickly answered.  “I’ll do as you say.”  And she whispered to herself, “At least I’ll try.”

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The day had finally come to set out for the fair.  Mother and Father Blackthorn pulled out bolts and bolts of woven silk.  They carefully stacked the silk in a very special satchel.  After it was full and the drawstring was pulled tight Father laid a potent spell over the bag.  It shrunk in size till it was tiny enough to fit in Periwinkle’s pocket. 

Do not lose this child,” Father said sternly as he handed a satchel to Periwinkle.  “It’s a whole winter’s worth of work.”

Of course I won’t lose it,” Periwinkle said in a huff and put the shrunken satchel straight away in her pocket.

Father chuckled, “And trade well dear one.  We can use a new loom and Mother would like a set of Myrtle Mandrake’s earthenware.”

Get a move on Peewee,” Borage hollered from the landing outside their hollow in the tree.  “We don’t want to take till moon rise to get going.”

It’s barely sunup,” Periwinkle hollered back. 

Just one more thing, little one,” Mother said.  She and Father spoke together, “Stay out of trouble!”

Periwinkle rolled her eyes, gave them both quick hugs and ran out the door.  She leaped off the ledge, and flapped her wings to catch her brothers.

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Opus Hold’s Mulberry tree was a great distance from the large Wood Sprite city Mirth Hold.  It took several days and if luck ceased the journey could be dangerous.  The Hold’s families would travel together to prevent harm and misfortune. 

It was a lovely spring day with flowers in full bloom.  Easily catching up to her brothers, Periwinkle flit from bud to bud. 

Peewee,” Borage barked as Periwinkle neared her brothers, “Pay attention to the path.  Look here,” he pointed at a carving in the tree, “Those are the markings that show the way to Mirth Hold.  Keep up with us.  I promise you that if you fall behind Turnsole and I will not go back for you.”

See that I care,” Periwinkle said, barely paying attention to her brother. 

Brat,” Borage muttered to himself.

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The day grew on and the travel grew tedious. 

Periwinkle laughed a few times when Borage, for no other reason than being bored, barreled through flowers and weeds like he was annihilating enemies of the Hold. 

My brother,” Periwinkle chuckled to herself, “quite the hero…Hero in his own mind at the very least.”

Borage drew the attention of the Starwort family as he rigorously brought down a dandelion.  The seed puffs scattered everywhere, flying right through the Starwort flock.  They did not laugh as Periwinkle did but drew up their noses at him.

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After the sun had slipped higher in the sky; Periwinkle noticed her brother Turnsole, the Blackthorns’ middle child, drift to the outer edge of the travel party.  Turnsole was a restrained, watchful young Sprite.  And lately he’d been girl crazy.

Wondering what he was up to, Periwinkle closed in on Turnsole.  Oh no, Periwinkle thought.  She saw that Turnsole was trying to get the attention of Hyacinth Larkspur.  This is disastrous. If Turnsole tries to court a Larkspur the Elders will laugh him out of the Hold.  She became determined.  I must stop him from making a fool of him self.

Stealthily, Periwinkle dodged in and out of stems to get to Turnsole unnoticed.  She ducked right, she swooshed left.  She misjudged a gap between a toadstool and a Venus flytrap.  Her wings were caught and she went down to wallow in a muddy quagmire.  Her delicate wings were coated.  Until she cleaned and dried her wings, they were useless for flying.

Turnsole!” she finally called out not caring who heard her now. “I’m down here.  Come back Turnsole!”  But her cries were unheeded.  She began to run.  Soon Periwinkle was alone.

Oh no…” she whispered, “I’m in trouble now.”

She slowed down till her feet were dragging.  I will not cry, she thought.  If no one would come back for her she would get to Mirth Hold on her own. 

She stopped at a pool of water and cleaned the mud off her wings.  Come on dry, you silly wings.  She ran through the undergrowth to make her way.

I can’t just aimlessly make my way to Mirth Hold, she thought.  

For the sun and the moon she couldn’t remember what Borage had said about finding the path.  Frustrated she walked on. 

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Before Periwinkle could have a minute to think a spirited squirrel rushed by her and knocked her down.  “Come back here and apologize you flea bitten rascal!”  The squirrel came back alright but instead of making nice he invaded Periwinkle’s space.  She batted furiously at the squirrel’s wandering pointed claws.

The squirrel scampered off as quickly as he came. 

What was that all about?!” she exclaimed as she regained her balance.  A thought hit her.  She vigorously checked both her pockets.  That furry scalawag had taken her satchel.  “I’m lost and a whole winter’s worth of work just ran away with an ill-mannered squirrel.  Mother and Father are going to restrict me to the Hold forever!”

Periwinkle was on the move again but instead of finding the path to Mirth Hold she ran after the squirrel.

Please Esquire Squirrel,” she hollered.  “I must get my bag back.”

The furry thing was easy enough to find.  His paw prints were sunk into the moist ground like arrows pointing the way.  Her wings were still drying and still useless for flying.

I’ll climb it! She thought determinedly, I just hope I don’t fall. 

The squirrel left a muddy trail up the tree to a low hollow.  Well, at least he’s not at the highest point of this cursed tree.  By using hand holds in the bark Periwinkle nimbly climbed. 

Instead of calling out, she decided to use stealth to take back her bag.  She didn’t have to bother, nearing the squirrel’s hollow, Periwinkle felt an enchantment untwine.  She heard thumps and bumps and then a frightened squeal. 

As she crested the entrance of the hollow, she looked in on a ridiculous mess.  Periwinkle saw her unfurled satchel and the silk clothe, now at its natural size, squeezing the squirrel against the hollow’s wooden walls.  The silly thing had unwittingly opened the charmed bag breaking the spell in a space too small for him and the silk clothe. 

She couldn’t help it.  There in a stranger’s tree, in the middle of one disaster after the next, Periwinkle burst out laughing.  She startled the squirrel.  He looked truly offended.  Having to hold her sides, she laughed all the harder.

You ridiculous creature!” she said, “It serves you right for stealing my satchel.”

Trying not to get near the irritated squirrel, Periwinkle righted the silk and did her best to close the satchel.

You’re lucky I know this spell,” she said firmly.  She formed her enchantment, concentrating hard so the squirrel wouldn’t be ensnared in the spell. 

Success!  The bag shrank.  As soon as the squirrel was free, he knocked Periwinkle to the side and shot out the hollow’s entrance.  She stood up, brushed herself off and picked up the satchel.  “Ungrateful furry fiend!  You should be thanking me!” 

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At the mouth of the hollow, Periwinkle found her wings dried and ready to carry her.  She patted her now full pocket, smiled contently and jumped into the spring air.  Her wings carried her up and up.

Ready to find her way, Periwinkle scanned far and wide.  As she looked over the forest floor she remembered.  A carving in the trees of a poppy flower is what marked the way to Mirth Hold! 

Periwinkle began looking from tree to tree.   She circled a promising crop of oaks but found nothing.  She continued on to zigzag through hazel, hornbeam, and holly bushes but no luck.  Finally, she spotted a small carving.  It was the wrong carving; a lily not a Mirth Hold poppy. 

She sat down on a flower and sulked.

Hmm.  The lily would mark the way to another Hold!  If she could find Sprites she could ask them the way to Mirth Hold. 

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Periwinkle wondered how long it would take her to get to the lily Hold.  She reminded herself that Wood Sprites don’t like strangers.  She needed to be vigilant and watch for traps.

A small clearing came open and Periwinkle saw an elegant beech tree.  Its roots were long like ladies fingers stretched out holding up the tree.  On the trunk, she saw the tell-tale signs of faerie perches; a Hold!  

Something seemed wrong here. 

Maybe I could get closer but not too close.  Then I could call out and see if any one answers, she thought. 

She cautiously fluttered closer and closer.  There were no Sprites around.  Even with the fair someone should be around.

Periwinkle stopped.  “Hello?” she said hesitantly.  “Is any one home?”  Then a little louder, “I don’t want to trouble you, I just need to know how to get to Mirth Hold.  Hello?  Can anyone help me?”  There were no answers.

Periwinkle began to feel scared by the eeriness rolling off this forsaken tree. She flew backwards inch by inch, keeping her eyes on the Hold at all times.  “Sorry to bother you.  I’ll just be going now.” 

As Periwinkle flew, she kept her eyes on the creepy Hold.  Then her wings got caught and she yelped.  She struggled against her attacker and realized she was only stuck in a hazel bush.  “Not again,” she cried as she fell from branch to branch toward the forest floor.  She hit the ground with a thud. 

Nervously giggling at her ridiculousness, she picked herself up, patted her pocket and brushed herself off.  “At least I didn’t fall in a pile of mud this time.” 

Then that she heard swoosh and a patter of foot falls coming straight toward her.  Periwinkle began to climb up the hazel bush away from her pursuer.  High up in the shrub, her heart was thudding against chest when she heard another sound.

A soft crying and then, “Wait, please,” a girl’s voice, “Please don’t go.  I need your help.”

Trying to sort out what was going on, Periwinkle stayed unmoving against the hazel bush trunk.  She saw her, a girl Sprite, a few years younger than Periwinkle, went running by under the hazel branches beneath her. 

She heard the girl call out, “I’ve been alone, please help me!” 

Periwinkle knew first hand from recent events how it felt to be alone.  She decided to throw caution to the wind and confront the girl Sprite.  She flew up and away from the hazel bush.  She saw the girl only a short distance away curled up on a flower crying her eyes dry.

Periwinkle delicately landed on a toadstool next to the girl’s flower and stood tall.  Shedding her fear from earlier, she cleared her throat and startled the grubby looking girl.  Periwinkle said, “What Hold is this?  What has happened here?”

You…you came back,” the girl whispered while trying to stop her tears.  “This is Verdant Hold.  And three days ago I went out to gather up some boysenberries…to make a tart.  I…I didn’t go far, mind you, but I was gone a while…I always try to find the best ones.”  Sniffle, sniffle.  “It…it was getting late when I got back.  When I landed on the perch outside our family hallow, me mum hollered from inside the room.  She told me to Stay away from the Hold…it, it wasn’t safe.”  Wail, cough, sniffle, “I’ve gone back every few hours but Mum keeps telling me to stay away.  I’ve slept outside two whole nights.”  Sob, sob, sob.

Apparently Periwinkle had to be the grown Sprite here.  She persisted, “What happened to the Hold?  Why isn’t it safe?”

Sniffle, sniffle.  “Mum says that, Reed, my brother, brought home Deadly Nightshade berries.  I suppose he thought it might make a good jam (Mum makes a great jam) but…she says the berry is poisonous.” 

Periwinkle knew that Nightshade, nicknamed Devil’s Cherries, was harmful to Sprites and not just when they ate it.  It was bad for them to even be around this plant.  But Mother is a healer and maybe not every Sprite knows about plants like the Blackthorn family did. 

She couldn’t warn everyone like she did me,” the girl continued.  “Mum says that all the Sprites who didn’t go to Mirth Hold are all sick…Maybe they’re even dying.”  WAIL!

Hmm,” Periwinkle couldn’t believe another Sprite had worst luck than she did.  “I suppose we better do something.”  Thoughts of getting to the Mirth Hold fair were further and further away. 

The girl looked up at Periwinkle with hope in her eyes.  “Would you?” she tried to stop her tears again, “Would you really help us?”

Yep, I know exactly what we need here.”  She set aside her fear of getting in trouble because she separated from her brothers.  She put behind her wish to be at the Mirth Hold Fair.  Periwinkle told the girl with surety, “We need my mother.”

First things first,” Periwinkle continued, “What’s your name?”

Daisy Juniper,” The unkempt girl said shyly.

Daisy, do you know how to get to Opus Hold from here?”

I haven’t a clue.”

…………………………………………………………………………………………….

After shouting to Mother Juniper that they were going for help, Periwinkle and Daisy began their unsure flight toward what they hoped was in the direction of Opus Hold. 

Only a short distance from the lovely beech tree, Periwinkle hollered, “That’s it!  We’ve found it.”  She pointed to a tree carving of a cluster of mulberries.  “That’s my Hold’s symbol!  I can’t believe we were that close and heading in the right direction.  Something is finally going right.”

            After flying on the correct path to Opus Hold the girls heard a voice in the distance. 

            As the voice came closer it said, “Peewee!”

            “It’s Borage!” She shouted, “We’re over here!”

            They flew to meet in the middle and Borage let her have it.  “Where did you go?  What are you doing way out here?  What were you thinking getting lost!?”

I’ll explain it all but we have to hurry.  Everyone at Verdant Hold is sick. We need to get Mother.”

On the way home, Periwinkle told her brothers all about straying from the path, getting accosted by a squirrel and she explained about Daisy’s Hold. 

The boys told her they used a finding spell to locate her.

Peewee,” said Turnsole, “When this crisis is over, so you don’t ever get lost again, you’re going to learn the finding spell.”

In short time the Blackthorn kids were at home.  They pulled a surprised Mother and Father out the door with all their herbs and potions.  As Borage explained about Verdant Hold, Periwinkle was relieved to have the attention on something other than her tendency to get herself into trouble. 

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            Back at Verdant Hold, Mother Blackthorn gave orders.  “Borage, you and Turnsole will fly into the hollow and snatch up the Devil’s Cherries.  Fly like the wind and go as far as you possibly can.  If you begin to feel weak, drop the berries in haste.  Don’t let them get you sick because you will become worthless to me and to this Hold.  They need every helping hand they can get now.”

            “Father,” Mum continued, “And I will create a healing spell to wash away the ill affects of the Nightshade.  Periwinkle and Daisy get ready to administer potion to all the Sprites here.  We’re in for the long haul.  We will get this Hold well again!”

            “Go boys, go!” She said.  The Blackthorn brothers swooped in and caught up the black berries.  They shot out of the hollow like screaming banshees.

Father and Mother bowed their heads, held hands and Periwinkle felt a powerful enchantment coat the beech tree of Verdant Hold.  She and Daisy watched in astonishment as the tree went from ash color to a golden glow.  The spell did the trick and the effects of poison no longer covered the tree.

The boys returned a little green but none the worse for wear. 

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The Blackthorns and Daisy spent a week spooning medicine in all the sick Sprites at Verdant Hold.  One by one the Hold members became well again.  It took Daisy’s brother, Reed Juniper, the longest but soon even he was whole.

On the day of their departure Daisy gave Periwinkle a squeezing hug.

A thousand times thank you,” Daisy said, “If you hadn’t stumbled on our little stretch of forest me family and friends would’ve been done for.” 

Daisy’s mother added, “If ever you need us we will be there.”

The Sprites of Verdant Hold crowded on their faerie perches to bid farewell to their rescuers.  The Blackthorns flew up, turned and waved to their new gained friends.  Exhausted, they made their way back home.

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When the Opus Hold Sprites came home from the fair they were amazed to find the Blackthorn family members were heroes. 

Elder Privet had invited the family himself to a grand feast.

In front of all the Sprites of the Hold, in the great hall under their wonderful silk curtains the Blackthorns accepted the tribute. 

Mother Blackthorn,” Elder Privet said, “The Elders of Opus Hold present to your family the finest raw silk of the season.”

Goodness me,” Mother said, “We’d be pleased to accept.”

Periwinkle,” Elder Privet, “Your courage saved the Sprites of Verdant Hold.  We present to you this golden coronet as to show our admiration.”  He placed the crown on her head.

For me?” Periwinkle said as she straightened the coronet, “Sincerely I thank you but all I did was get lost!”

The crowd roared with laughter.

Elder Privet cleared his throat and continued, “Either way we’re proud that you call Opus Hold your home!  Hip hip…”

Hurrah!” the crowd shouted back.

A tremendous cheer went up in the great hall.  Sprites flew up in the air.  They circled the Blackthorn family and gave hardy pats on their backs all around.  The family beamed brightly.  Periwinkle smiled till her face hurt and greeted Sprites till she had talked to all in the hall.

Periwinkle had a marvelous adventure.  Maybe next year she’ll finally make it to the Mirth Hold Fair.





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'Perwinkle's Misadventures':
 • Created by: :-) Candice Dosela
 • Copyright: ©Candice Dosela. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Faeries, Periwinkle, Sprites, Squirrel
 • Categories: Faery, Fay, Faeries, Landscape, Nature, Panoramic, European Traditions, Mythology, Juvenile, for Children, for Youth, Child, Children, Teens
 • Submitted: 2010-01-04 11:26:43
 • Updated: 2010-01-07 08:27:12
 • Views: 269

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