The philosophy of painting, or why to paint.

Gralen — I’ve been here before. Lesla and I were ambushed when we were on our way to Gralen, and shortly after we met the youngest shard-like offspring of Ar — the Nameless. Now master Jeran and me, we’re here — and it’s pretty peaceful. Though that doesn’t mean there’s…

We’re leaving!

Oh gosh, my master, he’s such an old man! Well, he’s plenty cute, and wise, and not all that old! But it’s such fun teasing him! And anyway, we’re in such high spirits! We’ve been all over Veray to sketch and draw and paint (in tempera, to make quick color…

Fun and fair in Veray

Early spring… Lovely weather… Agreeable companions: even Maile the carter’s dog was well-behaved! We stayed in the half-way inn, Inn Halfway, as it’s called, where we’ve been almost regulars. The food is good, the white dog is still there, she’s the parent of carter Maile’s dog, and, well, I had…