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Do You Know Your Fairies?

Guest post by Rayna Noire

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Most of us when we think of Faeries think of Orlando Bloom as Legolas in the Lord of the Rings movies. J.R.R. Tolkien, the author, described his elves as fair, tall, and enigmatic. The term faeries and elves is interchangeable in earlier folk tales. Even creatures such as gnomes, leprechauns, banshees, brownies, pixies, even water spirits fell under the heading of faeries. Tinkerbell or the Blue Fairy should not be your end all when it comes to faeries. Just as there are many types of faeries, there are also varying beliefs about them too.

There are several origin stories about faeries, but the most accepted is The Fair Folk were the children of the Celtic Goddess Danu. In prehistory, the faeries walked the Earth openly and lived in harmony with nature. Their major home was Ireland, although sightings and stories about the Fair Folk occur all over.

Faeries welcomed people and taught them agriculture. The early people and faeries intermarried and had children. The skills faeries naturally possessed caused difficulties in the half-human, half-fey offspring.  The ability to read thoughts often caused fights and fostered jealousy.  The greedy feuding among humans caused the faeries to break communication. Faeries can’t live with disharmony or pettiness.

You may remember a scene in Tolkien’s books, where all the elves are boarding a ship to sail far away because the land had become so full of selfishness and treachery. Danu’s children reverted to the earth as opposed to sailing to another land. Their energy exists in plants, animals, even rocks. This is one reason Druids show respect for every natural object.

Faeries often communicate with us, but not the way people think. Often people have accused faeries of tying knots in hair, spilling milk, or even stealing children. These stories sprang up after the faeries left and didn’t help the people, resulting in diminished crop yields.  The magic and music that were part of the elves went with them too. Angry at their desertion and not understanding the reason for it, people made up negative tales. It was their version of I didn’t want to be your friend, anyhow.

Children in their innocence are much more capable of seeing faeries than adults with their skepticism. Contemporary seekers have attempted to reach the faeries by doing what they believe will please them from growing flowers to feeding the birds. Anything that helps nature is a boom to the faeries from recycling to installing a water barrel. Faeries can and do take many forms such as a rabbit or a bird. If you have a wild bird or rabbit in your yard that shows no fear of you and continues to visit, it could be a magical visit.  Glowing points or orbs of light could also be faerie visitors. The sensation of feeling as if you’ve run into a spider web when there is none outside is an example of field fairies brushing your cheeks, which is a lucky sign. If they choose faeries can take human shape, perhaps even looking a bit like Orlando Bloom.

People can ask faeries for favors within realistic realms, but always leave them a gift in return. Does it work? It never rains in the summer in my part of the country, I worried about going on vacation and having all my flowers, vegetables, and herb gardens die. I asked the faeries to look after them and water them. Flash flood warnings along with well-watered plants greeted us on our return. Was it coincidence? I don’t know, but I did leave out a small dish of honey for the faeries.

If you’re curious about faeries, I recommend reading Enchantment of The Faerie Realm by Ted Andrews and A Witch’s Guide to Fairy Folks by Edain McCoy. These are both non-fiction books. If you’d like fiction and fairies, then read Faerie Lights: Glimmer.

glimmer coverFaerie Lights: Glimmer

Faerie Lights

Book One

Rayna Noire

Genre: Historical Fantasy

Publisher: Sleeping Dragon Press

Date of Publication: August 31, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-944712-99-0

ASIN: B01IODFZAY

Number of pages: 278 (est)

Word Count: 84,059

Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique

Book Description:

Historical fantasy set against the backdrop of WW1.

For seventeen years, the convent walls kept Meara Cleary from the secret of her own parentage.The sisters regard her with a cross of disdain and fear. Only among the trees by the gurgling creek does she find acceptance. A bearded stranger claims she’s his niece and promises to take her home. Before he can, a cataclysmic event thrusts her into a war-torn world.

Meara vows to journey to Ireland to find her uncle, unaware of how perilous a journey it will be. Her Druidic father guides her through dreams, explaining her magical heritage. Her dead parent can’t help her with the intricacies of village life, especially when she catches the eye of the very engaged Braeden Douglas.

A whirlwind composed of equal parts menace, romance, and revelation sweep Meara across the continent while gathering allies and enemies with equal speed. Her intent to return to her family turns into a fight to survive her own destiny.

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Excerpt:

England 1915

A snap of a tree branch signaled Meara wasn’t alone. Her breath caught in her lungs and swelled her belly as she waited. A tiny thrill danced up her skin, leaving the hairs on her arms upright. Mother Superior strictly forbade the sisters from entering the woods. She called it going into the world, and they’d renounced the world when they entered the convent walls. The rule was for the sisters, not her, an orphaned child who by chance had been born within these same walls.

A speckled fawn stepped into the sun-dappled clearing, allowing Meara’s breath to escape in a whoosh. A deer, a baby, which meant the mother wouldn’t be far behind. The doe stepped out from the brush, giving the girl leaning against the tree a speculative glance before foraging the mosses and delicate wildflowers. If she stayed still, the skittish forest inhabitants would ignore or possibly accept her. It meant a great deal that they accepted her in an offhand way.

Birdsong accompanied the play and the chuckle of the nearby creek. The area around the convent walls drew her. Here, she felt at home. It certainly felt more right than walking in straight lines with the sisters chanting somber words to an unseen male deity who demanded constant homage in the form of prayers six times a day. Her hand covered her mouth, hoping she hadn’t said such a thing aloud. Even thinking it was a sin, but speaking it would result in excommunication and horrible punishment.

Sister Thomas reminded her, anytime she’d made the mistake of complaining about the endless monotony of convent life, that her mother died a painful death in childbirth due to her sins. A few sisters whispered bastard, changeling, dark whelp within her hearing. Perhaps, they needed to point out she was different, as if she couldn’t have figured that out herself.

Outside the walls, she’d slip off her shoes feeling the cool spongy moss under her feet. It tickled, but more importantly, it lived and touched her. The lack of physical touch within the cloistered walls intensified her yearning for something to touch her, even if the touch was passive as she trod upon it.

The tiniest shift of light motes moved through the air, forming and reforming, flying or tumbling through the air. The grass beside her pushed down similar to something landing beside her. Although her eyes did not convey such information, she knew, the same as she knew her mother did not die from any great sin. Dozens of Hogstead village women died in childbirth as Sister Gabriella explained when she found Meara crying in the garden shed.

A warmness crept over a body, a comforting peace that somehow came from the unseen presence beside her. To speak of it would destroy it. Even Sister Gabriella, who was bolder than the other sisters—since she took an angel’s name as opposed to a saint’s—wouldn’t understand.

The lengthening shadows indicated the vanishing afternoon. Soon the bells would toll for the three o’clock service, and her absence would be obvious. She stood, brushing the leaves off her plain brown tunic before giving a head bob to the area where she’d been sitting.

“Good day to you.”

Even though no human words rode the air, she felt a response, one of respect and care. Her measured footsteps allowed her to move past the wildlife without sending it fleeing. Once she cleared the woods, she grabbed the hem of her tunic and ran.

About the Author:

Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional adventures and magick happens.

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4 Comments

  1. I would say Ms. Noire has done a lot of homework on fairies and magickal folk. Thank you for some insight into this magical realm. My belief has always been when you see a butterfly flutter near you that those were the fairies saying something to you – like a loved one who has passed is looking down on you (so they are kind of angels too). I now must find these two books and read them (the nonfiction ones which is rare for me but because I do believe in magick I need to find out more). E 🙂

    Elysabeth Eldering
    Author of the Kelly Watson YA paranormal mystery series
    Finally Home & The Ties of Time
    (magick meets Nancy Drew)
    http://elysabethsstories.blogspot.com

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