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Pale under.

Pale under.

Tilt and balance.

Back when I first started drawing them in 2011, the Keeper had antlers and the spellmaker had horns. I’d phased them out by 2012 because I kept thinking about how uncomfortable it would be for them to sleep lying down. Their current antler/horn-less states are more mundane, but I sleep better knowing they also sleep better.

As we were.

As we were.

Turn the hourglass.

Turn the hourglass.

Someone I loved died today.

Tide and marrow.

Tide and marrow.

Five thousand seasides and a singular you.

Five thousand seasides and a singular you.

Darling darling, teach me the sound of the sun.

Darling darling, teach me the sound of the sun.

"The lost mountain," observed the Keeper. "A gift from the past for travellers at sea. They say the caster was obsessed with the finite; the spell can only be seen once in one lifetime."

"Well," said the spellmaker. "This is our last, then."

"The lost mountain," observed the Keeper. "A gift from the past for travellers at sea. They say the caster was obsessed with the finite; the spell can only be seen once in one lifetime."

"Well," said the spellmaker. "This is our last, then."