I lost access to my iPod (under mysterious circumstances…!), so I can’t take pictures of a few sketches I’ve been working on. I’m also working on a digital coloring project I’ll upload here when I’m done.
First Draft.
I’ve also been working on multiple songs, one’s unfinished, and the other one’s a short collab which I don’t yet have permission to post.
Finally, I’ve been working on another batch of chapters for Tales of Aeridan republic. 11 should be ready soon.
I put Iara’s Morning in Bonus content
I may readjust the writing section later.
Turns out “Iara in the Evening” holds out pretty well as its own chapter. I wrote more to fill it out anyway; maybe I’ll post it as bonus content? Regardless, Chapter 10 is also up.
If you haven’t checked it out, why not read from the beginning? I retconned a couple details. I’m going to reformat the writing section soon.
This is part of a chapter I’m working on in “Terryverse”. I usually continue to work ahead of where the story currently is on the site, publishing the chapters when I see them to completion. I just wanted to show a little sample before I publish 2 or 3 at once next update. I’ll probably edit it a bit later. 🙂
It was evening. Iara had left the garden of knowledge, having completed her business. Istar made an early dinner for the two of them, during which they caught up on the events of each other’s lives. It seemed like a long time since they last talked in person. Probably because it was.
Now she was resting on Starfruit’s back, glad to have figured out how to sleep on her viney companion. The elf took an unmarked red book from her satchel. Leafing through the contents, she found her most recent page. The left sides contained her prophetic poetry, or ‘voices’ as she sometimes called them.
There’d been more of course. This was just all she had written down this run.
The right side was her journal. She wrote with a pen, using perfectly considered, wildly smearing strokes.
“What’cha writing?” Starfruit thought.
“You know,” Iara silently replied. She smiled.
“Oh right,” the plant thought. “Will there be fish?”
“There’s a big pond nearby, full of piranhas.”
Starfruit thought a happy song about munchies as she marched roughly along a dirt path. It stretched to the horizon.
Iara opened her little blue-bound book, read a few stalling anecdotes about her former neighbors, and fell right to sleep.
“Artificial lighting disrupts one’s natural sleep schedule,” I thought to myself at 1 in the morning.
Just took my dogs for a run. Gosh, am I sweaty.
This is is an very artistic depiction of the rijsul word for “focus”.
Purple Phoenix Studios 