Tipsy Moon

Will-o'-the-wisp,

Hear my call.

May my path be bright,

On sacred Samhain.

After another breath, I opened my eyes and saw three silvery will-o'-the-wisps next to me.

"Happy Samhain, my friends! Thank you for your help. Well, shall we run to the Fairy Meadow?"

I smiled, anticipating the fun, and ran into the thickest part of the forest, now well lit. I wouldn't have gotten lost anyway, but with such guides it's much better, right?

Moss, grass, twigs… Roots, trees, bushes… Nothing stopped my legs from running. I loved this forest, and it loved me back. This is my home. The energy that I live by, which I also share with the others by brewing the best ale in all of Erin. The inhabitants of not only this forest come to my pub every full moon, but also the inhabitants of the neighboring mountains and hills, rivers and lakes, plains and ravines.

I ran, and the headwind carried away my tears of happiness… Happiness and gratitude to this forest and its herbs that made my ale so magically delicious. And tonight it will flow like a river! Even the noble fairies will visit my pub today. I want to see them madly! Such an honor falls only once a year on the night of Samhain, when the border between the worlds is erased.

I wonder who will be at the Meadow today? Abcan promised to write a song about my pub… I should remind him… He probably forgot. I think the chief bard of the Tuatha De Danann has enough topics for songs without my modest brewery…

"Eithne! Where have you disappeared to?!" – a ringing voice in my left ear pulled me out of my thoughts. – "Everyone has already gathered. The ceremony is about to begin!"

A little elf, who lived not far from me in the crown of an ancient ash tree, fluttered next to me.

"Kitty! And why aren't you there yet?" – I asked, frowning. Maybe something happened…

"I just came from there. I flew to look for you. I thought maybe something happened".

Wow! The neighbors' thoughts coincide! I glanced at Kitty's worried freckled face and smiled.

"Everything is fine. Thank you for your concern, dear. I was just waiting for Ashlyn. We agreed to go to the Meadow together. But she never came… By the way, is she not there?"

"I haven't seen her", – Kitty answered thoughtfully. – "But Cliodhna is there. Let's find out from her?"

My eyebrow flew up.

"Yeah, right, I'll ask the queen of all banshees: Can you tell me, your honor, where the hell your subordinate is hanging out?!" – I answered with a dull face.

Kitty's ringing laughter seemed to spread throughout the entire forest. Like hundreds of little bells falling on the leaves of the trees.

To be honest, this thought didn't make me smile much… I was worried about Ashlyn. I hoped she was just howling on someone's roof in Ardara, foreshadowing another death. No, of course I didn't wish death on the inhabitants of the coastal village. That's just the way things are in the world of fairies. Everyone has their own purpose. I wonder what mine is. Not to serve ale to everyone of course…

Thinking about the sublime, I didn't even notice how I reached the Meadow, and Kitty had long since flown ahead. It's good that the forest helped me not to stumble over every snag and not get a bunch of slaps from branches, otherwise I could have forgotten about dancing! Of course, I could have used the portal, but on sacred Samhain I just wanted to run through the forest and breathe in the magic of this night…

Having thanked the forest and the Will-o'-the-wisps once again, I came out into the Meadow, flooded with the light of the full moon and fluttering fireflies. In the very center low heather grew, forming an even circle. In this circle were the fairies of the highest rank, including representatives of the Tuatha De Danann. As always, a bright aura of strength and age-old wisdom radiated from them. They were wearing the most beautiful clothes and jewelry. The women were wearing weightless flowing dresses, it seemed as if they were floating in them, and not walking. The rings and bracelets sparkled with multi-colored gems, and stars shone in their hair. The men were no less beautiful and graceful, with their luxurious robes and jewelry in their long hair.

A fascinating sight… I can't take my eyes off it every time…

It's a pity that I missed the ceremony. At it, the noble fairies praised the gods for the fruitful year and sang spells, calling for the new year to be no less successful. So be it!

Among the rest in the main circle was the Master of the Forest. He was wearing simpler clothes, without jewelry. In my opinion, his main decoration was the long, flowing branches of mistletoe that grew straight from his head, intertwining with his long golden hair. And this did not cause any surprise, because the Master of the Forest was the forest itself: every blade of grass, every branch, every animal and bird, every drop of morning dew… Often I communicated with him through Finn, or through the hawthorn tree that grows in front of the entrance to my house, when the winged one was not nearby. I loved the Master infinitely, because he gave me the shelter in his forest and accepted me as his own daughter, knowing nothing about me. Maybe he sees something in my aura that I don’t? I would like to know at least something about myself and my past… But for hundreds of years now I have not been able to remember anything since the hermit Fenias found me on the bank of the Ardara.

The sounds of music pulled me out of my sad thoughts. That's it, I have to stop this! You've become very thoughtful lately, Eithne. You'll miss all the fun! It's not the time for sad thoughts during the celebration of Samhain!

Oh yeah, I need to look for Ashlyn… Where did that banshee disappear to?!

I glanced around the meadow, but still didn't see her sparkling long silver hair. But I noticed a dark figure that I hadn't seen before. A tall young man with a beautiful profile, my age by the look of it (well, not exactly my age of course… I don't know how old I am myself… you can never tell how old a fairy is by looking at them, but by human standards he looked about thirty). He was wearing clothes made of expensive fabrics, in which a bright red velvet vest stood out.

As if he sensed my piercing gaze, he pushed back his unruly long black hair and turned to face me. Oh! And the red vest perfectly matched his red eyes… Damn it! It’s a vampire! A rare guest in our lands though… I’ve met them three times at most in the last two hundred years, and then only briefly. And in all of Erin there were no more than twenty of them (if you trust Abcan’s stories, of course… but this dwarf had an iron reputation, so I was tended to believe him).

I didn’t get a chance to examine the rarity because the dancing had begun. Never mind, the night is long, the moon is bright, we’ll have time for everything. But for now – let’s go have fun!

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A trio of dwarves set the rhythm with a cheerful reel on a violin, bodhran and flute. To their sounds, all the visitors to the clearing began to dance, jumping and spinning with each other in turn. One of the musicians began to sing in this cheerful rhythm:

Oh, full moon, pour your light upon the Fairies' Meadow.

My bodhran is banging hard the rhythm of our souls.

Drive away from our lands all the darkest shadows.

Celebrate, the young and old, when sacred Samhain calls!

Wow… What a celebration indeed! My head was already dizzy… In order to avoid a dangerous collision with other participants in this chaotic action, I stepped aside a little to catch my breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed tables with refreshments and drinks, among which a red cap with a feather flashed. Merrow! I hope it's Eavain… I ran up to the tables and to familiar cap.

"Eavain! Is that you?!" – I called out to the merrow joyfully. She jumped slightly in surprise and turned to face me.