#but am I on the point of painting a foth-themed hanging scroll to present with my tea set? unfortunately yes I am.

[chiropteracupola]

From tgarnsl:

Wood-god, French vacation, tea? :3

the wood-god story, which I've discussed before a few times, has Alan Breck Stewart as some manner of shapeshifter, which allows for some advantage in his canon-typical narrow escapes and dashing deeds of derring-do, but also has unfortunate consequences considering he's a swordsman and adventurer who's still got all the weaknesses of the fey without any of the strengths.

“I’ll not cross the running water, even for you, man,” said he, drawing his greatcoat back around himself. “But Alan, I have seen you do so many a time!” “That’s another thing entirely! You’ve seen me take the cold iron in my hand, when you know well enough that it burns me to do it, and much the same I’ll take the ford or the bridge if there is no other way round. But to do it by choice — na, na, there is no chance of it!” And here Alan held out his right hand, his sword hand, and showed the raised white mark upon the palm where his own sword had scarred him time and again. “And as for yourself, Davie, I have seen that you are no liker of such a crossing,” he concluded, looking up at David with all the smug pleasure of one sure that he has had the last word in an argument.

french vacation I've also already previously brought up — here are Keith and Ewen taking some time to relax and recover in France after the events of the book, in a world where they're allowed the time to do so.

“If I am falling asleep on my feet, as you say I am, then I must say the same thing of you, for you have had no more rest than I.” Keith cracked one eye open and looked over to Ewen, who was sitting somewhat precariously in the nearest chair, with his head leaning on his folded hands. Ewen blinked wearily, then yawned, looking rather surprised at himself as he did so. He shook himself out — rather like a tired dog — and laid down on the bed, with his feet hanging off one end and his shoes still on. “There — does that please you?” He turned on his side, and Keith saw the earnestness that was in his face. “It is rather an odd thing to sleep in your shoes, but I will allow you that,” said Keith, an unexpected smile cutting its way across his face. Ewen laughed and kicked off his shoes, letting them lie where they fell, and crawled beneath the covers.

the tea au is one of the most recent entries to the foth wip pile — this one's the consequences of inadvertently blorbo-ing my recent classes on the history of the Japanese tea ceremony, and imagines moving the events of the heron book to the early part of the Tokugawa period. while I am in the early stages of fic-writing, I'm currently in a wretched soup of no one having a proper name, and so shall not post any of that, but instead shall discuss the other half of the project, which is ...a fourteen-piece foth-themed tea set.

ceramics study does weird things to a fellow. anyway here's ewen's wood-fire chawan.

#em writes stuff #I forget what my casual tag for kidnapped was :/ #heronposting #there will maybe be an illustration or two for the tea au if I can get that Figured Out #it is all one big ridiculous mess at the moment and primarily an excuse to nerd out about teawares #but am I on the point of painting a foth-themed hanging scroll to present with my tea set? unfortunately yes I am.