Howl Your Appellations

The Seaweed Report

BOEN OPEOR

The last three pages of Skia’s Appellation Records has a strangely contrasting tone to the rest of the book. It has a title and a date but the year’s not specified. The date is 8/8, August 8th of year redacted. The title of the entry is called, “A bit about the Faes”. I don’t know why it took them so long to write about the “Faes” and I’d honestly forgotten about it until I read it again. Abalone Forest, a magnet for the peculiar and the unseen, actually really houses the fae within its populous expanse.

Patricar Far once mentioned something about faes in one of the episodes of her podcast. This led people to believe that she once lived in Abalone and moved to Gitna for her studies. She averred that they do exist in Abalone and that they are mischievous and hostile. Their personalities are like the different temperatures of air, like they’ve scheduled it depending on the weather or the day. She said she used to have a connection with them but the connection died out when she started focusing on other things. She insists to not be afraid of them and treat them respectfully. They live a sad life of misery; “As if a forced atonement was assimilated into their DNAs for a crime that they did not commit.” she stated in a concerned voice as if she was somewhat guilty of it.

Nobody really knew why she started talking about faes. When one of her broken rovers returned in top shape one moon day, she instantly thought that it must’ve been connected to the faes somehow; she wasn’t being serious but she really enjoyed talking about them as if they’re real. Patricar is a peculiar but powerful woman, many revere her but also fear the secret perspective and knowledge that she holds. Sometimes I like to think that I only have feelings of admiration for her, but that’s not quite true.

Will the faes Patricar described be the same as the faes Grey will describe? It’s absolutely exhilarating to speculate about. There are so many possibilities. Grey starts:

A bit about the Faes                                                                                                                        8/8

It is prohibited to write about the faes on paper as it is seen as rude and incredibly disrespectful, so the last few pages of this book and the facts written about them are not written in paper made from wood but paper made from seaweed. The faes have, as a matter of fact, skin that resembles the color and design of wood and trees. Writing on paper means writing on tyer skin so tyer wrath is justified, in a way, as tye say. As an additional note, that I should have stated in the beginning, the regular faes use tye/tyem pronouns while the monarchic faes use pronouns unpronounceable by a human larynx, but they do however like to use human pronouns since they think it’s amusing . It’s also important to note that, anything about tyem written on paper disappears so stories and information about tyem are spread through tongue or when the “paper” isn’t exactly paper. I believe most people don’t know this seeing as they've never conversed with a fae before, unlike Skia and I.Tyer an incredibly petty race so it’s important to be wary of the things that make tyem angry.

To acquire this information about the faes, Skia and I had to look for a certain fae. We had no idea who or how to look for tyem at first but the Mare decided to grace us with a bit of insight. Sometimes when a Mare decides to aid an embodied creature, it means that something terrible is about to happen. Be that as it may, the Mare relayed to us that we had to look for a split tree that has a peculiar pinkish bark. That is a kind fea, it seemed to suggest. 

We did eventually find the split tree and it was an amusing sight.  It’s not incredibly hard to find tyem, most of tyem are hidden in plain sight but the problem resides in waking tyem. Most faes that reveal tyemselves should be approached with caution and respect. If angered enough, tye might summon an Airy, but that is a topic for later. A pink fae is born with empathy, that’s what we concluded.  Tye mostly rely on bark and leaves for camouflage and aren’t really indifferent, as most faes are.

That’s when we met Informant, faes don’t really use names since tyer cursed to never have Appellations. It is believed that Faes are fallen fairies or the opposite of tyem, just as the moon has a light and a dark side. “Informant” is the “name” that we’ve given to the fae with woody pink skin. Tyer the ‘’person’’ who told us about everything written on these last few pages about the Fae. Tye were an incredible help and proved to be a good friend to us.

Tye told us about the fae taboo of writing on paper and that faes only like to eat air and a few berries. It’s a chilling thought that, as long as tyer air, a fae may continue to exist even if everything else eventually dies. Though I’m not one to want to live forever, not that my time’s bountiful anyway. We give Informant the best berries we could find, which is mostly just Skia’s job, and tye return the favor by giving us more information.

The reason we began to search for a pink fae in the first place is because of the alarming number of curses with the faes being the common source. When tye band together and hold enough negative virility, tye create hallucinations and the person caught in the illusion is never seen again. Informant is alarmed by this as tye state that that phenomenon is called an “Airy '' and the person caught doesn’t just disappear, they are transformed into objects that lured them in the Airy in the first place.

“A clear destination in mind would most likely get you out of an Airy. It doesn’t matter what you think about as long as it’s not where the Airy wants you to be.”

What prompts an Airy is hostility and virility connected to the monarchic faes. This means that somehow, somebody pissed off the fae royalties. Pink faes are scarce and can only form Airies with other pink faes so, thankfully, Informant was able to supply us with more than enough information to overcome the predicament that was at hand.

A regular fae can take form in the size as small as 7 inches and as small as 4 feet.  The monarchic ones take any physical form they desire. According to Informant, the faes have a special “organ”  that swells of tyer powers and energies. These “organs” also allow tyem to become invisible.

There exists a secret sort of country within Abalone Forest.  It is a small and invisible country, no thinking organism has ever discovered it or managed to escape its cocoon like labyrinth. Only the faes know their county works and an outsider will most likely die withing it; sometimes they deliberately allow outsiders to enter so tye can watch them slowly decay and struggle. Tyer special organs also serve as a key to the locked city. It’s incredibly important and if someone with ill intent manages to get a hold of it, then the whole forest would be in disarray.

Skia and I think that that is what’s happening right now. A fae must have lost Tyer organ and the culprit is using it for selfish reasons. According to Informant, the organs look exactly like a block of wood or a chunk of a tree trunk; a way to distinguish if the wood is a fae organ is to look at its pith, it should be throbbing red, with an incredibly small but bright center that seems to resemble a window into a bright gradient kingdom.

We'll inform the other packs about this so that we’d be able to cover more ground. Everyone knows it’s bad news to aggravate the faes. In the moon and stars, I hope that we'll manage to contain the growing problem and survive.

Grey ends their writings there. The last page is ripped off as if someone bit it off. I’m brought back to my reality and a looming feeling comes over me, a rush of anxiety boils within me as my hair drips wet from the multi-colored bath water. I don’t want my speculations to be correct, but  I am physically unable to move even just my fingers. Something about how they described the fae’s special organ, has me in a state of disbelief and dread. I gaze at the bathroom door with intent. And as if prompted, the door creaks open to reveal Soft carrying a large chunk of wood in her mouth.