Day Three – Froglet’s Appeasement

As Dunbeg and I walked together along Owl Creek Road, I pondered the offering I would make to the Keeper of the Alluvial Mine. Raindrops spattered the leaves of the trees, stippling the dirt of the path before us.

This morning I had mistakenly tried to saddle him and his subsequent braying caused eyebrows to lift. I couldn’t even convince him to carry my pack after that!  Around noon, over a small lunch of cheese and apples, I had tried to clear the air by asking Dunbeg what he thought would be an appropriate gift for the Keeper’s wooden box. He ignored me completely.

I’m afraid we were both quite grumpy most of the soggy day.  I felt guilty for having offended my companion, but did not know how to return to his good graces.  To distract myself from my surly four-footed hiking buddy, I returned to the matter of my appeasement.

The word left me uneasy, bringing to mind angry parents, belligerent authority figures, demanding gods. What discontented spirit guarded the mines, tithing innocent visitors and harming those who did not observe the arbitrary and vague rituals set forth?

I felt troubled, anxious. Dunbeg, who might have been a source of comfort, plodded a few paces behind me no matter what speed I walked. Sighing, I resigned myself to the quiet journey.

Eventually the drizzle ceased, the world around me glistened in the setting sun. The perfume of living, breathing plants filled my lungs and I smiled in spite of myself. Ah….peace. Ah…peace…mint…

Appeasement!

Like so many words, it has many faces. Why was the first face I saw a threatening face? I realized the Keeper would show me the face I was looking for–and this was one of the dangers and the blessings of passing into the mines.  I would find what I looked for there…

I decided my gift would not be an offering to placate an angry spirit. Oh no, a piece of myself, a peace of myself, would be left in the wooden box as a token of respect and good will. Peace, Keeper.  But what could I offer?

Although I had not spoken aloud, I heard a gruff grunt behind me. I stopped and saw Dunbeg nosing in the grass. When I went over to see what he was snorting about, I found two tiny stone frogs glistening in the dimming light, one dark, one light. Dunbeg still wouldn’t talk to me, but I could have sworn he gave me a grudging nod.

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4 Comments

  1. December 4, 2006 at 12:53 am

    Perfect! Enchanteur is clapping her hands with glee.

  2. Soulwright said,

    December 4, 2006 at 4:18 am

    “I realized the Keeper would show me the face I was looking for–and this was one of the dangers and the blessings of passing into the mines”

    Oh yes! you are surely under her spell now! This is perfect! More gold stars for you and some shooting stars too!!!!

  3. Soulwright said,

    December 4, 2006 at 4:20 am

    Must add…
    I didn’t even see the shadow froglet at first – what a gift – after my four year underworld journey I am used to seeing the dark first – and my eyes were drawn to the light.

    And I am sure he nodded.

    GREAT stuff!

  4. tinyfroglet said,

    December 4, 2006 at 10:14 am

    One thing I’m enjoying about the time difference is that I wake up and find all these exciting comments all at once!

    I’m so happy my appeasement has enchanted Enchanteur.

    And Soulwright — no doubt you saw the light frog first because you’ve been giving out so many bright stars lately! Illumination is contagious. 🙂


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