The Book of Wandering.

At the GEF I asked a good friend to have a go at making a new sketchbook for me. He did a great job and I would like to say thanks here and show you what he had made.

Thanks to both Tony and Lesley of Needles and Chisels, always a pleasure to call by stall to chat and see what you have been crafting. Look forward to catching up with you soon ;o)

Also shown below the book is an antique binding given to me by a "Fabulous" Shian as a thank you for a sketch I did for him. Thank you, it will keep the postcards safe and crease free.

The Spirit by the Fire Pit

My final sketch of the Gathering took me the ritual circle at Camelot. Just outside of the seals stood two large fire pits with a stone lion overlooking the approach through the smoke and flames. For a moment or two it was almost as if Kenna had stopped by to say hello, but sadly no. I will miss her warm smile and gentle ways, but will remember her with great fondness.

(Thank you Mandy for all you have done for us, hope you get to enjoy working behind the scenes for a while)

The Court of Camelot

On the final morning of the Gathering I wandered back into the ritual area of Camelot. The main chamber was home to chairs and seemed to be a setting for reception and greeting. At that time in the morning it was quiet, leaving me with only a hint of who might have held court and the conversations that might have taken place.

The Druids Axe.

Over the last year I have got to know Abrozar of the healers guild and Gryphons well. He was telling me of his druid ways and the care he gives to the trees. He also took time to describe a favourite flint axe for his work. After listening to his words I sketched the image, I hope my guess work is right and I can compare it to the real thing when we next meet (some OOC notes on this sketch).

The Watching Owl.

Some animals seem to hold an affinity for mages and mystics. The Owl is one I seem to find reassuring. Stillness and receptiveness has value when you seek to become part of the surroundings. Above the library chamber an owl took roost above the shelves, I wondered how many noticed as the passed beneath.

The Chained Book.

Anyone who spends a little time around magical texts knows not all books are safe. Within the library chamber of Camelot a book lay chained to a desk, behind it concoctions bubbled and a mortar and pestle stood ready.

Xatobi Holds an Audience.

It was hard not to notice the arrival of daemons within the Powers Guild area. Over the course of a few minutes several had arrived and it was not long before Xatobi herself walked in and seated herself amongst the crowd to hold a meeting about a rite she wished to begin. I stood at the back catching a few words and notes as the heat and humidity built.