Here is a story that three people know and three witches know and three fairies know, but one of the fairies is Echo the Gossip…
On the Full Cold Moon of 2017, I called down the moon in Figment. I only wanted it for the following morning, Friday the 13th, which was also most definitely in Figment. On that early morning I was hand-fasted.
I knew very little about witches and fairies at the time, but this was the first occasion I was inviting someone into my fantasy life, and there were very few rational or logical terms that could explain what was happening. There was nothing rational or logical about this relationship either, other than a reconnection every three years; sometimes in person but often not.
In April of 2013 I cut off my hair again, and with motorcycle weather coming up, I realized the tail I left in the back could be dangerous….and he was in my head again. I started saving an item in a mail order catalog. It was a ring inscribed with:
HOW LUCKY I AM TO HAVE KNOWN SOMEONE WHO WAS SO HARD TO SAY GOODBYE TO.
I started wondering if my special friend was alive or dead, and I wondered if he’d like to know that whenever I was desiring a hug I couldn’t find, I would wrap myself in one of his.
Alas, the joyous vacation in both worlds lasted only 33 days. Now three years have gone by and the reunion will not occur in this life on this plane or in this dimension ever again.
But Echo and her friends sit around their campfire on every full moon, and the witches brew up another batch of mystery, telling the story of something that was bigger than the moon.