The Little King
This illustration was drawn up over a number of weeks as I sketched up ideas for the people who would come to see "Their Little Wolf King". Here is how the scene plays out in The Hidden Destiny:
‘Quickly, Findorian.’ His grandmother urged him to leave the chair and follow the path.
‘Come with me, Grandmother.’
‘Only you must go, Findorian, it’s for you to follow.’
Reluctantly Findorian left the chair and went to the path alone. He tip-toed on the moss as he stepped, and more people came out to see him. They were of the Tiny World and not only of the elvish kind either, but also faeries and other elementals too. Many had roots, leaves and petals about them, as if being dressed with such things was the way it always was for them. Such comfort they displayed in their attire... Findorian followed the path to the centre of the arbour, watched by his grandmother. Her stick was by now covered with living things, growing upwards until they reached her hand and went around her fingers, twisting and twining all the way. Findorian sat down then at the centre of the soft mossy mound, amid them all.
This illustration was drawn up over a number of weeks as I sketched up ideas for the people who would come to see "Their Little Wolf King". Here is how the scene plays out in The Hidden Destiny:
‘Quickly, Findorian.’ His grandmother urged him to leave the chair and follow the path.
‘Come with me, Grandmother.’
‘Only you must go, Findorian, it’s for you to follow.’
Reluctantly Findorian left the chair and went to the path alone. He tip-toed on the moss as he stepped, and more people came out to see him. They were of the Tiny World and not only of the elvish kind either, but also faeries and other elementals too. Many had roots, leaves and petals about them, as if being dressed with such things was the way it always was for them. Such comfort they displayed in their attire... Findorian followed the path to the centre of the arbour, watched by his grandmother. Her stick was by now covered with living things, growing upwards until they reached her hand and went around her fingers, twisting and twining all the way. Findorian sat down then at the centre of the soft mossy mound, amid them all.
This illustration was drawn up over a number of weeks as I sketched up ideas for the people who would come to see "Their Little Wolf King". Here is how the scene plays out in The Hidden Destiny:
‘Quickly, Findorian.’ His grandmother urged him to leave the chair and follow the path.
‘Come with me, Grandmother.’
‘Only you must go, Findorian, it’s for you to follow.’
Reluctantly Findorian left the chair and went to the path alone. He tip-toed on the moss as he stepped, and more people came out to see him. They were of the Tiny World and not only of the elvish kind either, but also faeries and other elementals too. Many had roots, leaves and petals about them, as if being dressed with such things was the way it always was for them. Such comfort they displayed in their attire... Findorian followed the path to the centre of the arbour, watched by his grandmother. Her stick was by now covered with living things, growing upwards until they reached her hand and went around her fingers, twisting and twining all the way. Findorian sat down then at the centre of the soft mossy mound, amid them all.