“Yes, but did you ever think about what it had meant to me?” she returned hotly.
“Isn’t that what I am doing now?” he asked.
Another quasi-comparison. What the brothers do when their spouses are upset…
Also, why is Tyrric such a jerk? Hmm, I wonder… Continue reading “Brothers Apart, Part Four”
There weren’t crickets in Orgrimmar. Or if there were, they were an overly-large, spikey kind that couldn’t sing. That seemed to describe a lot of things in Orgrimmar, Mirium thought, as she listened to the muffled howling of one of the orcs downstairs as he tidied up the Doomguard barracks. The first time she had heard him, she’d come running with a weapon in hand to beat back his torturer. With an offended frown, the orc grunted he was only singing a traditional sweeping chanty and that that the cat seemed to like it. Mirium had slunk back to her room amid more bellows of sweeping off enemy heads and sweeping enemy legs out from under them and even sweeping through a land in conquest, feeling mortified and quite confused.
I preface this by saying, to those of you who may have been paying attention to earlier posts about Mirium and Keelath Continue reading “Brothers Apart, Part Three”
Just Tyrric. Supposed to be safety. Helping her. He wasn’t. It was a lie, a horrid lie, and her anger bubbled, too great and terrible to express… Then the emotion turned to panic and pain.
An image from their childhood suddenly bloomed in his thoughts: an angry six-year-old smearing mud…examining it, Keelath suddenly saw through the outrage to what it was.
“You’re not so different from your brother, you know,” she told him. “You’ve both made the same crazy choice for the people you care about.”
I’ve got to find a way to better format letters… Some of the punctuation is also messed up here as I wrote half of this in WordPress, and half in Google Docs. Who knew that Google Docs doesn’t use standard hyphens and quotation marks?Author’s Note
I’d like to visit you, and know you are no longer in Newhome. Where might I find you these days?
At the Crossroads, in the Barrens… Continue reading “Seeing Keelath”
Apparently Evelos gets his jawline and nose from Tyrdan, not his mom and dad…
Today, in preparation for the next chapter of the Trials comic, I did a little character study for each of its three main characters, and also Tyrdan, who is part of the family but may not feature very much in the comic’s story. This was necessary to help give each character a more characteristic look and feel, with shorthand notes for me so I could draw them more quickly and consistently.
Here they are! With their mouths in the characteristic positions: Keelath is frowning, Tyrdan is smirking, and Mirium’s mouth is open because apparently I draw her talking a lot. Continue reading “Character Study: Trials”
Your letter was late in arriving. Continue reading “Selected Letters”
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Mirium continued to walk backward as Keelath started to move forward again. “That is not the right answer to that question, mister!”