My old Reg has no idea where he is in the world. He’s absolutely hopeless at navigation, always has been, always will be. That’s just how he is. It used to frustrate me when we were younger and he’d take an age poring over maps and directions – I’m a dragon, I’ll find the way, … Continue reading Know The Way
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Street Wise
There is an art to being cunning, my friend. It takes study and observation, and a little wisdom doesn’t hurt. But wisdom doesn’t have to mean “book smart” – it is wise to know which streets to avoid, and it is wise to remember your way to avoid getting lost, and it is wise to … Continue reading Street Wise
Fylkir
Some students can only attend classes at certain times of the year, for a multitude of reasons, and one such student is Fylkir, an ice dragon from the deepest snows of the north. He can only attend classes in the winter months, or his icy armour will melt away and take an age to regrow. … Continue reading Fylkir
2020 -Changin’ It Up
Happy New Year, everyone! As you’ve probably noticed, there will be no daily art or stories this year; after two years, I need a break, and with so many large projects on the horizon, I need the time to catch up! So what’s going on in 2020? First of all, finish Silver Jill. Poor Lettice … Continue reading 2020 -Changin’ It Up
A Time And A Place
Magic has its time and place. All magic can be done anywhere, but some things work better in the day, or in the night, in an open space under the stretching sky, or in a secret place all cosy and warm. Even with magic it can be hard to use Naturecraft indoors. You gotta be … Continue reading A Time And A Place
Swept Up
We make brooms! Big brooms, little brooms, training brooms, racing brooms, fireproof brooms, arctic brooms, delivery brooms, multi-passenger brooms, you name it, we make it. Sweeping brooms? No, not those. It’s my job to gather the wood. I’m real good at that. I go into the forest and find suitable branches, then I carry them … Continue reading Swept Up
Risk Assessment
“Hey, Rocket,” I hear them call across the grass, “you wanna come see that hornet bear by the greenhouses?” Oh man, did I ever. Rumours had spread like wildfire about the beast; a terrible brute with claws to slice through logs, and a stinger to match. We’d planned to find it together, but my kid, … Continue reading Risk Assessment
