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“It’s now been four months since I exchanged my stuffy cabin aboard the Eastern Wind to the seemingly endless plains of the Morning Lands, and I fear my roots have taken to these lands stronger than they ever held to home.
I came across the small folk on the second day of my journey - a young hunter had hopped onto my cart and sampled some of my rations during my initial trek inland. It was only the sharp whistle with which she called for her mount that I was alerted to her presence, so quiet had she been. Her redhorn, nearly as large as myself, approached my cart warily and she had to call for it many times before it finally dared to come close enough for her to hop onto its back.
The young hunter would visit me again the next day, this time approaching me as I was sketching out the first few animals I’d come across. She was unafraid of me, hopping onto my back to inspect my horn as I worked. I recall wondering whether she thought me a strange chimera, so much alike her yet large and horned like her mount. She eventually allowed herself to be sketched as well, and I will never forget how excited she was to see the drawing, her smile as the morning sun.
I’ve been following the hunter’s troop ever since. They’ve patiently taught me their language and though I’m far from fluent yet, I can at least work through my questions and observations with them. My little hunter, Eya, has personally taught me many a skill from finding and preparing edible plants to mixing adobe. I’ve learned to weave reed and treat leather, and in turn I’ve taught her about the World across the ocean, shown her pictures of the planets and stars. Her curiosity seems endless.
Aside from these skills, I’ve been fortunate enough to learn of the small folk themselves. I’ve learned that despite the small size of this troop they are many in number. I’ve met a few other troops as we’ve followed the seasons across the continent, most small like mine, one as large as fourty heads. I’ve got to meet new members of my own troop as well! I’d taken notice of the squirming within Eya’s pouch since our meeting but it wasn’t ‘til a fortnight ago that she trusted me enough to show me the babe. It fit on the palm of my hand. I guess I’m an aunt now.
Today we’ve arrived at a rest stop. In a few days this area will be busy with more wandering beasts than I can count but for now the troop is busy fixing their huts. I’ve heard that the small folk congregate here during their prey’s birthing season, exchanging their crafts, sharing stories, trading the yearling redhorn. I can hardly wait to get to record all of it."
I came across the small folk on the second day of my journey - a young hunter had hopped onto my cart and sampled some of my rations during my initial trek inland. It was only the sharp whistle with which she called for her mount that I was alerted to her presence, so quiet had she been. Her redhorn, nearly as large as myself, approached my cart warily and she had to call for it many times before it finally dared to come close enough for her to hop onto its back.
The young hunter would visit me again the next day, this time approaching me as I was sketching out the first few animals I’d come across. She was unafraid of me, hopping onto my back to inspect my horn as I worked. I recall wondering whether she thought me a strange chimera, so much alike her yet large and horned like her mount. She eventually allowed herself to be sketched as well, and I will never forget how excited she was to see the drawing, her smile as the morning sun.
I’ve been following the hunter’s troop ever since. They’ve patiently taught me their language and though I’m far from fluent yet, I can at least work through my questions and observations with them. My little hunter, Eya, has personally taught me many a skill from finding and preparing edible plants to mixing adobe. I’ve learned to weave reed and treat leather, and in turn I’ve taught her about the World across the ocean, shown her pictures of the planets and stars. Her curiosity seems endless.
Aside from these skills, I’ve been fortunate enough to learn of the small folk themselves. I’ve learned that despite the small size of this troop they are many in number. I’ve met a few other troops as we’ve followed the seasons across the continent, most small like mine, one as large as fourty heads. I’ve got to meet new members of my own troop as well! I’d taken notice of the squirming within Eya’s pouch since our meeting but it wasn’t ‘til a fortnight ago that she trusted me enough to show me the babe. It fit on the palm of my hand. I guess I’m an aunt now.
Today we’ve arrived at a rest stop. In a few days this area will be busy with more wandering beasts than I can count but for now the troop is busy fixing their huts. I’ve heard that the small folk congregate here during their prey’s birthing season, exchanging their crafts, sharing stories, trading the yearling redhorn. I can hardly wait to get to record all of it."
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I just don't understand how you get everything to look so crisp and clean. You must have the fine motor control of a heart surgeon. Your lines are just so incredibly crisp and fluid!
And again, I love the accompanying story to this. These Shiroverse snapshots really make me hungry for more!
And again, I love the accompanying story to this. These Shiroverse snapshots really make me hungry for more!
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