I’ve been keeping friends updated on how hectic things are on my end, but I haven’t gotten the chance to update the actual comic blog in a while.
To keep a long story short, a pipe exploded in my basement, so we’ve been busy remodeling almost half the house at once, and on top of that I’m basically raising my infant niblings until further notice. I can still draw once the babies are asleep but by then I’m usually too exhausted to do much comic prep. I’m not giving up on the Ringkeeper but it is going to be a while yet before I can get back to working on it.
In the meantime here’s some art to tide you over. Thanks for being patient.
“Nevertheless, I’m told there is much knowledge to be gained there,” Salgant insists gently. “But come, tell me of your crafts! I have never met a craftsman not eager to discuss their work.” Not only is Salgant legitimately interested, but he is also in the perfect position to direct this crafter to where he would be best suited, if he needs direction.
Mitsanár goes to answer, but pauses. There’s a slight tilt to his head, a brief faelike gleam to his eyes, and then he straightens.
“Which one?” He offers Salgant a slight smile. “Do you ask for my crafts specifically or just ones I have partaken in? Do you ask whether I am a craftsman as a scholar or a craftsman as a builder, for I have known both that are one and not the either? And do you mean craft as a device of art, invention, or a trade I’ve devoted my life to studying? If you ask for the latter, I must tell you I have none, but if you ask merely what I am familiar with I must tell you yes.“
"Fantastic, a face I haven't seen before." || mitsa says hi
“Strange, I’ve had it all my life,” Salgant says amiably. He bows. “Salgant of the Harp, at your service. And you are?”
“Is it?” Mitsanár tilts his head thoughtfully. “I don’t think I did anything particularly noteworthy while I was there. I doubt much of the Hall noticed when I left.”
"Fantastic, a face I haven't seen before." || mitsa says hi
“Strange, I’ve had it all my life,” Salgant says amiably. He bows. “Salgant of the Harp, at your service. And you are?”
“Funny! I’ve kept mine the same for twice that long and yet we haven’t crossed paths once. Ea seems to grow by the day, doesn’t it.”
Mitsanár steps forward and bows back, all fluid movements and the faintest hum of calm warmth to his Song. “Mitsanár, former Aulendil, currently wandering craftsman, at your service.”
"Fantastic, a face I haven't seen before." || mitsa says hi
“Strange, I’ve had it all my life,” Salgant says amiably. He bows. “Salgant of the Harp, at your service. And you are?”