Sunday, August 31, 2008

Red


Strange doodles I did at work today. Must have been a slower day than usual.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Round

I've been flipping back and forth between MotM and this page, trying to figure out where to begin. Frankly, I didn't want to write this one as I usually do, at the beginning of a conversation. It's usually where it begins in my head, with a thought and one of the five responding to it. I've been thinking about them alot lately, and about how it starts, all of it, and cycles. Always cycles. Small circles that take me everywhere and bring me back to where I started everytime. I see alot of cool shit, but always end up at "home". Sometimes it feels like I'm playing a boardgame that never ends; you just keep passing Go, and at some point collecting $200 became pointless. But I'm digressing as usual. Then again, I guess that's the point. Repeating the paterns.

It was the first clear day the trio had seen in just about a week. Xanth knelt and tenderly fingered the leaf of a young poplar. Trynn stood close behind, scanning the field while Tali walked ahead. Many of the thin trees had grown to be taller than the three of them. "They still seem so fragile," Xanth commented, squinting up at Trynn. Trynn smiled slightly and started walking after Tali. Xanth lingered a minute longer, touching the soft bark of the sappling. "Still, you'll be tall again, and the forest will come back." He stood, brushing his hands together absently, and walked with long strides to catch up to the others.
Tali had come to the remains of the sandstone wall and turned to lean against it, waiting for the companions to catch up to her. She absently played with the leather stap that hung loose from her grey tunic, watching Trynn as he tried to hide his limp, moving slowly across the field, Xanth striding up behind. She had long since stopped feeling guilty about that limp, and somehow felt amused that he seemed to try so hard to hide it. She knew it pained him, but reasoned the past was better off not discussed. "What do you think?" The old elf stood beside her, his arms folded.
"We've got a lot less work than I thought, if we decide to come back," she said, rolling left to face Trynn, still leaning against the wall.
"I think it's a bad idea," Xanth said, stopping in front of the two. "We built this place to keep the outside out before, and look what happened. We turned on each other and ended up burning the place down."
Trynn raised an eyebrow, "now we need to keep us in."
"I agree," Tali said. "We need to be away from the outside. It doesn't work with us. Too many directions, too much influence. None us is strong enough now," she glanced quickly at Trynn, "to lead all of us. Frankly, I don't think any of us wants the job."
Xanth flushed slightly. "It won't work. We can't just put up walls or climb a tree. We need to each pull together and watch each other." There was a short silence as they both looked at Trynn, who was looking down, digging the dirt with his foot.
"We need something else to fight," Trynn said finally.