Darrow Brook Fairies
How I met the Darbries:
Part Seven
Part Seven
Why now?
I have kept this all to myself for over 40 some years now. I have never spoke of it in my effort to protect these Darbries. (And I would be considered crazy by most back then.) But it’s not on me to protect them. All I have to do is remain a “good man” and the Darbries will be fine with me. They know I’m disabled now and they know I’m very old, and they need my help before I die.
They don’t need my help. Darbries have remained hidden and happy for hundreds and hundreds of years. If you see one, they want you to see them. If not, you won’t. You can’t sneak up on a Darbrie. They have big pointy ears and can hear a pin drop for a mile. No joke! They seem to be able to turn the sound down in their brain as a noise gets closer and yet still be able to accurately judge how far away the noise is. It is a very impressive ability.
Next is that they can fly, and fly fast. They can fly so fast that it’s like a blur. They can fly faster than a hummingbird. You may have seen one flying and not even noticed it. Granted, they can’t fly that fast for long, but when swarming an animal that has attacked a Darbrie, it’s like bees, but faster. They will poke you and before you can even flinch, they are gone. Realize I have never seen this, just the playing they do once in a while that sounds like wind and all you see is a blur here and there.
They can hide like no creature you ever seen. Their hidey-holes are almost invisible to see. Even if they show you their house, you could never get in, and if you turn away for a second, it’s almost impossible to see it again. To say their house’s blend in would be a giant understatement. The pathways they use to walk are like little rabbit paths through the thistles and swamp bushes.
I have kept this all to myself for over 40 some years now. I have never spoke of it in my effort to protect these Darbries. (And I would be considered crazy by most back then.) But it’s not on me to protect them. All I have to do is remain a “good man” and the Darbries will be fine with me. They know I’m disabled now and they know I’m very old, and they need my help before I die.
They don’t need my help. Darbries have remained hidden and happy for hundreds and hundreds of years. If you see one, they want you to see them. If not, you won’t. You can’t sneak up on a Darbrie. They have big pointy ears and can hear a pin drop for a mile. No joke! They seem to be able to turn the sound down in their brain as a noise gets closer and yet still be able to accurately judge how far away the noise is. It is a very impressive ability.
Next is that they can fly, and fly fast. They can fly so fast that it’s like a blur. They can fly faster than a hummingbird. You may have seen one flying and not even noticed it. Granted, they can’t fly that fast for long, but when swarming an animal that has attacked a Darbrie, it’s like bees, but faster. They will poke you and before you can even flinch, they are gone. Realize I have never seen this, just the playing they do once in a while that sounds like wind and all you see is a blur here and there.
They can hide like no creature you ever seen. Their hidey-holes are almost invisible to see. Even if they show you their house, you could never get in, and if you turn away for a second, it’s almost impossible to see it again. To say their house’s blend in would be a giant understatement. The pathways they use to walk are like little rabbit paths through the thistles and swamp bushes.
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An impenetrable thicket of bushes, plants and thistle.
The swamp is treacherous. Water moccasins, snapping turtles, leaches, eels, to name a few big ones, and tons and tons of little ones like bugs and gnats and mosquitos flies and many other no-see-ums inhabit this place. The only things that can happily live here in the swamp are things that eat bugs, and Darbries love bugs.
