Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam had never been especially skilled in drawing, but he had worked on learning how to draw certain things; flowers and bevelled corners, small figures of knights and wizards and monks, the kinds of things you needed when you were the creator of storybooks. With the project to document the myths of Caido underway, he was practising his craft. Drawing what was meant to be a castle, radiant and elegant with spires and flowing flags, he was disappointed to discover it looked more like a series of shaky lines, almost childlike.
Still, that was the point of practice, he reminded himself. He was allowed to be bad here, so that he could do it well when it came to the real thing.
Besides, having something to work on usually allowed him to forget his problems for a little while, so it was to his benefit to make busy work. He swapped to a new, blank piece of paper and began to draw the castle tower again, trying to copy from an illustration in a book he had open before him, the drawing skilled and clearly by someone with a steadier hand. Sticking his tongue out just slightly as he concentrated, he found himself entirely involved in the work.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
