It’s Corunir’s turn to feed the chickens, mostly because it’s Caladhel’s turn and she would rather set the chickens loose in the forge or the practice field than herd them back into their “boring” fence. She’ll grow out of it, his aunt assures him. She’s only eight. So today Corunir has elected to simply take over his cousin’s turn rather than rescue feathery jailbirds from the forge-fires for the eighth time.

How he got from there to here, in just under twenty minutes, is a mystery.

“How old are you?” A senior Ranger demands. He’s not one of the ones Corunir knows, who come over sometimes to ask Aunt Alariel for advice or history.

“Fifteen, sir,” he says. Fifteen and a Ranger cadet, so any prank gone too far— as this doubtlessly appears— could earn him anything from a week’s extra chores to suspension from the watches.

Comic work in progress. Mostly greyscale for now.

Dhel heading to his office after he’s finished teaching for the day.

Caladhel Flowersong

Temple Poet

Caladhel first distinguished herself as a Sentinel outrider during the War of Shifting Sands. Wounded in combat against the qiraji, she was removed fro the front and spent some time in the care of Priestesses of Elune.

After the war, she deepened her personal ties with the Temple. When not fighting or scouting, she applied her peacetime talents towards composing poetry and hymns for temple services. The small renown she earned from this allowed her to travel between temples and cloisters and villages in kaldorei territory. Favorite subjects her hers were stories from ancient history, cautionary tales about the dangers of arcane magic and the disparate natures of the many faces of Elune.

Rough draft for Dhel’s expressions. Gonna do a set of small comics to give these some context, too. 

Part of a project I’m working on.

Finished revamp, minus vocals. Working on that part.

Lyrics: Dhel Music: Lin and Bren

I should warn you to not to fall in love before we get too deep ‘cause if I promise you the stars above it’s a promise I won’t keep Don’t let me lure you in ‘cause I only ruin everything I touch Don’t say you’re not afraid You better run away before it all gets too much

If you decide you want to get too close to me I’ll only end up hurting you So do what’s best for us and please, just set me free ‘Cause I don’t have the strength to do...

Guilty cry I could scream ‘til I’m hoarse but would you hear me? Of course not I don’t know if you’ve ever listened to me So go on, cover your ears and blind yourself to the tears you don’t want to see

Guilty cry What do I have to do to make sure you see the truth is that I’m really just tearing out my own throat You say you love me sincerely but you don’t see me clearly Why can’t you realize I’m nothing but a ghost?

“I fell in love,” she said to me, “with who you used to be.” And she’s right, I’m frozen to my core and nothing warms me anymore

Even when I touch the sun, it turns to ice before it ever burns my skin So do what’s best for us and just take my advice Please, don’t ever let me in...

Guilty cry I only want a small bite of the love I’ve lost sight of I can’t get full eating from my own bowl No matter how much I eat I always feel incomplete I’m riddled with holes

Guilty cry No sun can dry up this rain and all that remains is pain and still I stand here and only think of myself Darlin’, please, I am beggin’ don’t smile at me like heaven when I lose my mind and scream at you like hell

I just want someone, anyone to understand if you walk right out that door you’ll leave nothing here behind you but the damned So what are you still waiting for?

Guilty cry I could scream ‘til I’m hoarse but would you hear me? Of course not I don’t know if you’ve ever listened to me So go on, cover your ears and blind yourself to the tears...

Guilty cry What do I have to do to make sure you see the truth is that I’m really just tearing out my own throat You say you love me sincerely but you don’t see me clearly Why can’t you realize...? Guilty cry No sun can dry up this rain and all that remains is pain and still I stand here and only think of myself Darlin’, please, I am beggin’ don’t smile at me like heaven when I lose my mind and scream at you like hell

Guilty cry Good things are always so pretty but I’m just so shitty so even if you muck me...