#tomopteris worm

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In a distant place, where the hemlock roots drink deeply and the stone hollows and holes catch any water in their uppermost basins as it falls from the earth to the sky, that is where it lives. The Urizumble. A quiet and solitary creature who most closely resembles the tomopteris worm, were such a worm to swim through the air as easily as the water, be the size of a small kitten, have limbs covered with a soft silvery fur that glows blue in the shadows, and a ferret like face that sniffs about with unbridled curiosity. The Urizumble is not particularly frightening or fearful, nor is it overly concerned with wars or politics. It likes its solitude and spends a lot of time playing in the upside down pools in the roof of the cliff-side caves. Some might doubt it, but this too is a Faerie Creature. It too could be dangerous, if it wished to be. But it simply has no desire to involve itself with anyone at all, human or its own people. It will defend its territory if it truly must, or run away if it is forced. Humans it tolerates and will treat with polite disinterest, though it may very very rarely allow for an offered treat of honeycomb. Most of its time and efforts are spent in the gathering of its greatest and most fascinating of treasures. Old Boots. For whatever unfathomable reason the Urizumble presumably has for being so concerned with such derelict footwear, it certainly is willing to go to a great deal of effort to gather them. It dredges them from stream beds, rescues them from power lines and roadsides, digs them out of garbage cans and trunks in dusty attics, and even steals a few from unobserved back porch steps. Each specimen the creature has found is arranged carefully in its den, which is a deep warren of tunnels and small caves underground, reaching miles and miles and lit by something softly luminescent left behind when the Urizumble brushes its silvery fur upon the walls. It is almost a museum of a kind, with boots from all over, and from many different time periods. This creature has been gathering such footwear for a very long time. Occasionally it does get rather confused, as is evidenced by the pair of slippers in one of the mostly unused back dens. This particular pair of shoes was made from Great Sand Sea Glass, formed from a meteorite impact in the deserts of Eastern Libya. It’s natural pale yellow and almost colorless shades were found beautiful by a craftsman of Egypt, somewhere around 29 million years after its initial impact and formation, and he took the largest pieces and carved them into the most perfect and detailed glass slippers for a pharaoh to be buried in, though the city they were in was attacked and the slippers lost before the gift could be given. It is difficult to follow their history, though at some point they resurface very briefly in France when writer Charles Perrault suddenly produced them out of nowhere in 1682, and sold them in order to make up for his lost pension after having been forced into retirement and then being removed from his various other appointments. Then they vanish once more from history only to later show up when given by a young girl to the Urizumble as an offering of thanks. The Urizumble accepted them as they were footwear, but remains very confused to this day about what exactly is going on with them. Clearly, they are meant to go on feet, but they are simply not of the high quality leather that it knows is an absolute essential feature of prized human footwear. Despite this, it kept them because it knew it would be very rude to refuse or throw away a gift such as that. So in the unused back den they remain, while a thick and sturdy pair of 11th Century Norman Cavalry Shoes with two wooden buttons holds the special place of honor near the Urizumble’s nest. Due to its habits and its unique interests, the Urizumble is not in any way related to any of the long histories of Faerie, nor does it have any desire to ever be involved in them. Its mention here is entirely thanks to the dedicated work of Fae Archivists who collect and record Faerie’s history for posterity’s sake. The writer of this very Fae blog was thrown unceremoniously out of the archive when they pointed out that the archivists will still be here in the future, being immortal and all, and that the word posterity didn’t really work in this instance. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi! If you enjoy my writing, consider leaving a small tip at my Ko-Fi page. It helps keep the blog running and eases my finances a bit. If you can, it’s very much appreciated. If you can’t, no worries. Enjoy your reading!

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