The Dragon Dancing in the Wind.

I returned to the ritual circle just before midday, atop of the wooden columns small dragons hung from bamboo. The wind from the open entrance to the ritual circle area gusted through setting them shifting and turning. One thing I have learned from my travels is that even the elements like to make a challenge out of a sketch, another moving target!

Let the Rituals Begin.

As the morning grew old, visitors and citizens began to wander in to the ritual area and begin their preparations. Routines were rehearsed, lines were practiced and objectives clarified. It was not long before the first groups were stepping in and sealing the circle. Placing their lives in the hands of their skill and judgement. Those of us on the outside were treated to tales and stories as they weaved their magic.

The Hat of the Illusionist.

I have seen many ritual areas on my travels and they are often adorned with ornaments, charms and trinkets. The circle at Azurlon was simple and clear at floor level, it was only by looking up further aspects would be revealed. One unusual item was a red top hat hanging on a bamboo rod. The hat seemed out of place in the wooden surroundings and I was unsure it it should be there or if it had been left by a visitor. Perhaps one should not question to closely the adornments in a circle of illusion.

Chimes in the Breeze.

A gentle breeze sighed through the ritual area, high above the floor the bamboo wind chimes gave the breeze a song and I listened and relaxed to the irregular chimes as I sketched.