Her behind the liar tree, it’s branches crossed like the fingers of a fibber.
Little seeker Annie takes cover beneath a massive eldershroom while bucket-size drops of rain pummel it’s foamy cap with a hollow, distant percussion. Beneath the fungi’s costate canopy she thinks of a dryer-warmed blanket and a cop of broth as bones shiver. Adventure’s remourse settles in. And she waits for a break in the weather before nightfall.
A knight approaches an ice cave monster. What more does a person need to capture a child’s wide eyed attention?
I’m going to Comic Con! Maybe I can find some art friends there.
Sugar and spice and candy hearts and flowers and widow spiders and spite. Lots of spite. The Darling girls.
Be my facebook friend! I’m new! Wanted: art friends. (username: rubinpingk)