The Horror, The Horror! (or not)

Heyo! (Or should I say Hey'a?) I finished the Lion Vrie and have been bored for a few days, looking for a good fantasy book. Alas, all I had was a horse book I was only half enjoying. We had a very eventful weekend... My younger sister's fish was luckily alive when we got him back from the neighbors, and he seemed to be getting better. But, poor Aneth, was still sick. When Manny was changing his water, he flopped out onto the floor. I scooped him up, and when I put him back in, he seemed fine, but the next day (yesterday) he died, and my sister took it hard. She cried and buried him in our backyard, and cried some more. She needs some prayers right now.
Good news! I gave away two of my drawings to someone three, a girl who turned nineteen and loves to draw Anime. She loved them. Before I gave them to her, I took pictures of them, and while I'm not the best photographer, they should work. The horse is the very first one I did in my new sketchbook, and also the very first time I tried to shade with charcoal. I did it earlier this month. The dragon is one I did a few days before her birthday.
The Dragon:

The Horse:

Somehow, I have forgotten what else happened this weekend... Maybe I'll remember later... *goes off to think* *returns* I forgot to say something... 

Farewell and Stay Well,

--Vrenith Sylversmith

*poofs*

P.S. I accidentally did the nose of the horse wrong... I made it too thin... and shaded part of it too much... Wait! Why do I have to do this to myself? I need to stop and look at the good things... Farewell, again!

--Vrenith

Thanksgiving... and... GOLD!

Thanksgiving was a blast... Had a big dinner at my Aunts, and then the next day, with the other side of the family, we had another dinner, and stuffed ourselves there, too. Had fun watching the little kids say hilarious things and do hilarious things. Strange, I know. But it was still hilarious. Cranberry sauce... yum.
And, just yesterday, we went to what we know as 'The Farm'. My Grandpa owns it, but doesn't live there. The house leaks, and is old, but it is really cool. There is an ancient barn, and dozens of sheds everywhere. There is also a dump, where un-broken things can be found... including watches. I mean, seriously! They were the kind they would never throw away, because one even had a letter that my Great Grandpa never read! I found one that had ten k. gold in it... but that was awhile ago. Ok, so there is this fourwheeler that my Grandpa likes to give us rides on(he's a little ornery, so he speeds up to thirty miles and hour sometimes, and does sharp turns) and we stopped to look at the horse in the field across from the Farm. The horse was far out, so I couldn't see the stockings grandpa told me about, but I was able to see he was a beautiful chestnut color with a full white face.
There is a dog there, whom my family used to own, but we had to give her away because we were moving. She now happily lives on the Farm running free. We had our dog with us, so we tied him to the pump. He played with Queasy(The name of the dog... strange, I know, but when we got her, we had just gotten over the flu) and then Queasy ran off to go chase something or another. Moby(our dog) got really lonely after awhile, so I took his leash and walked him around for a long time. He seemed to enjoy it. We spent about five hours at the farm, doing all kinds of things and exploring. We found these two wheels with an axle in between, with bars going out to form a rectangle that was longer than a trailer. We also found dozens of tires-- but mostly only the rubber part. We also found a giant one, for a tractor. My dad has this old car that he was keeping there, but Grandpa had moved it behind a shed, and I think it got hit by a falling branch... anyways, we dragged it out with the tractor, and looked inside. You could tell the animals had been at it. The leather was pretty much gone, and there was junk on he seats. On the outside, there's a big dent, and the paint isn't the best. In the engine compartment (under the hood) The pack rats had packed it full of stuff-- it was full to the brim and you couldn't have put any more in if you had tried.
When I was waiting in the car with the dog, ready to go, my younger sister ran up wearing a plaid button up shirt. She told me they'd found a closet with Great Grandpa's shirts in it. Of course, I wanted to see them too. So I got out and went up to the house to go see for myself. We stayed in there for awhile, and I got one shirt (green plaid) and we found a bunch of Great Grandma's house dresses. (I didn't take any, because I don't like anything like dresses or skirts) We found four nightgowns, three shawls, and two pins. One pin was broken and didn't have a back so you couldn't use it, and the second, I found. It was in a green box. I opened it up and found a circular shaped pin with fake jewels (I'm pretty sure they're fake) around the perimeter until this one part that I can't explain where the two ends overlapped. By looking at the box, I figured out that it is made with twelve k. gold. Yep.
We also found a few things my Great Grandma sewed, and Manny found one that fit her. But she washed it, and it shrank. A button had broken off at the farm, and she sewed it back on this morning, and gave the jacket to me. So now I have a new jacket.
I'm bored, so I'll post the excerpt I just posted on the UG... for those of you who are not on there. (though I think most of you are)


Aneth awoke the next morning to insistent knocking on the small wooden door set into the little hut. He stared up at the vine colored ceiling, wondering where he was. Soon the memories came rushing into his head and he remembered all that had happened the night before. Aneth sat up and called, “Come in.” Niwodei entered and set down a wooden platter on a small bedside table. He smiled. “Eat.” He said. Aneth nodded and tore into the food. There were eggs, but they were much larger than what he was used to. One fried egg was as large as the plate, which was pretty sizable in itself. Aneth ate all of the eggs, and then sighed, feeling contentedly full, more full than he had felt since he had entered the dreaded Wraithen Woods. He sat back in his chair and looked at Niwodei. “What’s next?” He asked. Niwodei grinned. “We may continue our quest, if you so wish.” Aneth nodded. “Thank you.” He paused, thinking. “Could you provide a few provisions? I am running out. Mostly what I need is-“ He stopped, in the middle of his sentence, surprise emanating from his face. “What do you mean by ‘our quest’?” Niwodei’s grin widened. “I am coming with you.” Aneth looked shocked. “But aren’t you the leader of this camp, this settlement?” He asked. “I am handing the position over to Merada, my second in command. Now, what was it that you needed?” A smile broke over Aneth’s face. “Meat. Mine has all spoiled.” Niwodei nodded. “I will have it ready by this evening, and then I can come over and tell you a little about the terrors of the Wraithen Woods.” With that, and another grin, Niwodei turned on his heel, and left through the little wooden door.
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Yeah, its short, not very adventurous, but it'll have to do. 
Farewell and Stay Well,
--Vrenith Sylversmith


Oh, yes! And one poem. 

The Evil Boots of the Ghost of Fiddleydop

"The boots of the Ghost of Fiddleydop,

The Boots of Fiddleydop they're called,

They sound on the air with a little pop,

On the fat little feet of Ol' Sir Ald,

The Ghost.

He gallops through on his horse,

The Boots of Fiddleydop,

Directing the animal's course,

Or making him slowly stop,

They control.

You may not believe me if I told you,

But the Boots can hear and speak,

Fortunately, they cannot move as you do,

But must stay humble and meek.

Unless you wear them.

If you dare to put them on,

They shall control you like the Ghost,

They'll use you like a pawn,

Maybe kill you or torture you at most...

No sweat!

Just try not to give in,

And put those cursed Boots on,

You must try and must win,

For they will use you like a pawn.

Mercilessly.

They crunch the gravel with evil,

The sole flattening the cool grass..."

Have you been taking that pill?

You have been dreaming again, lass!

Good morning.

Not the best, but it works. Its a little strange, so beware!

Farewell and Stay Well, 

--Vrenith Sylversmith

Sword in the Stars-- and Other Things

Rise of the Dibor was a thrilling, adventurous, masterful book.
That, that is my opinion.
After I finished Rise of the Dibor, I started Sword in the Stars. I haven't finished it because I haven't had time to read this morning. But, yesterday, I succeeded in reading six hundred words in four to five hours. Yep. Why am I not using caps? I don't know. So... I finished Rise of the Dibor and got three fourths through Sword in the Stars in that time. Crazy, huh? I know. Sword in the Stars is an awesome book, though there is romance. In the Lost Chapters of The Door Within WTB said that he was sappy. He was right. I don't usually like too much of that kind of thing, but luckily WTB didn't put too much in. For that I am glad. It was a masterful book, and it hooked me before I finished the first page.
Any of you read it yet? If not, I recommend it. :-)
Well... I think I'll go read.
Farewell and Stay Well,
--Vrenith Sylversmith
P.S. Second short post on my blog. :-)

Long Post-- Not

Yep, you read it right. First short post on my blog! It has to be short because I don't have much time. We are on this Christian Retreat/Boot Camp thingy. Tis actually fun. Last night around five, we drove thirty minutes to a guest house that our organization is allowed to use. We stuffed our six people family in two rooms with two other women. Yep, the same two rooms. My sister brought her fish because we couldn't find anyone to feed him. She only got him like two weeks ago, and named him after one of my main characters-- Aneth. :-) Okay, so if you jerk a fish too much, he will die. I got stuck with the job of holding him upright the whole car ride (thirty minutes!) and riding out the bumps and turns, trying not to jerk him. My arms started to ache. So, finally, we got to our destination, and my sister put the fish back into his fishbowl. He is now happily swimming around. *waves at fish* Hey'a, Aneth! Yep, been reading Rise of the Dibor. I really wanted to read it, but then Jake finished Sword in the Stars. I ended up reading a full three hundred words in less than two hours so I could start it today. Yep. Twas a good book. Maybe I'll post a review tomorrow or the next day, and hopefully on Sword in the Stars, then, too!
So I got to sleep in a top bunk and got to wake up at seven. Tomorrow I actually have to wake up at six or five thirty because we're having a sunrise service at a certain lake.
People downstairs are playing Phase Ten... While I type away. I also checked out a bunch of interesting looking books for the weekend. But, instead, I shall read Sword in the Stars!
Sorry, this post was actually longer than I intended it to be-- Sorry for all my mumblings. :-)
Farewell and Stay Well,
Vrenith Sylversmith

Toads Hopping Around Happily-- This Post Doesn't Have Any of Those

Okay, so I have a few poems to post, though they’re not that good. The better of the two I will save for last. Here, oh here it is:

WHY, YOU ASK?

As I wrestle with the table,

I watch the fantastic Limbo game,

As I write many a fable,

Beside me lies a lion tame.

He gently licks my smallish feet,

As I read upside down,

On my shoulder a parakeet,

As we ride into town.

I read the paper fast,

While I drink my turpentine,

Holding onto the ship’s mast,

While finding Gems in a mine.

I raise my hands and pitifully sigh,

For no real reason at all,

I dreadfully, horribly tell a lie,

While I find myself not to tall.

Oops! I dropped my plate,

With my horn on it,

Oh wait, wait, and WAIT!

I left the lamp lit. L

While singing a tune,

I do a big cartwheel,

The bushes I prune,

While eating an eel.

Oh, why, you say?

For no real reason at all,

Just that I may,

Oh, just because I’m that tall. J

Yep, Twas late when I wrote it, so don’t expect anything good from that one. Now, the better of the two I wrote not too long ago, but I posted it on the UG on the Horses Thread, for those of you who want to go look, people have been spouting off random rhymes about horses on the last few pages. J

Okay, here’s the second:

The Horse on Midnight Lane

As the wind flows through his mane,

He gallops in the glimmering moonlight,

Down the dark and shadowy lane,

His muscles loose, and his muscles tight,

He gallops!
Through wind and rain,

Through dark and light,

Through hurt and pain,

He shows his might,

He gallops!

With the wind on his back,

The wind playing with his tail,

Down the long wintry track,

Through the wind and the gale,

He gallops!

Down the steep, snowy slope,

Tail splayed out behind,

Inspiring love and hope,

The rocks his hooves grind,

He gallops!

His breath in short, rapid gasps,

Making steam of the air,

With the wind’s quiet rasps,

As fast as he would ever dare,

He gallops!

Through the howling storm,

He makes his way through,

If it be cold or warm,

Whether it be true,

He gallops!

On the Midnight Lane.

Not my best work, either, but tis okay. J

If you like these, then maybe I’ll post some more poems.

Drew a horse today… twas pretty good, actually. I started looking at other people’s drawings and drawing them without tracing when I was between six and eight. I still do that sometimes. I would look at the lines and try to do them the exact way, but adding my own flair. If there was anything that I didn’t like about the drawing, I would change it. I did that today, and it worked out pretty well. I think it was an Arabian horse, but I wasn’t sure. It was white, and only a picture of her head. There is a foal in the picture two, cheek to cheek with his mother. I liked it, so I drew it. I think I did the mother well enough, but the foal wasn’t half as good as the real picture. L But, I didn’t color them, and since the actual picture was painted, I had to change the eyes. All in all, it turned out okay. J

I had a kneaded eraser stuck on my head all evening… I know, weird. But it sticks, so I did it. I like sticky things. J

Twas sort of a boring day today… Well, not boring, but just not the kind of thing that is interesting to read about.

Manny has been playing the piano all day, so all her songs are still ringing around in my head.

I have co-op tomorrow… had to write a dialogue. :-P I still have some things to do, so I’d better go!
Farewell and Stay Well,

Vrenith Sylversmith

Birthdays Long Past Being Celebrated

I know, I know, there was a gap in my blogging. But I AM blogging right now, right? Maybe not. But there has been a gap in my blogging. Now is the time to fill it in!

Ok, I had no time to get on because one, I had Lady Amber over for a sleepover, and two, because I had a family birthday party today (though my birthday was November 2!) One of the things I’d really been hoping for was cowboy boots. Yeah, cowboy boots. Leather cowboy boots. And I got them! From my grandparents, in fact. Also, from Lady Amber, (she didn’t have to bring a gift, and I told her that, but she did) I got a pack of two canvas, and a short book on how to paint horses. Twas an awesome gift. From my other grandparents, well, every time a grandchild has a birthday, they take that child out for either dinner or supper at any choice restaurant. I actually went to a Thai restaurant, though I forget its name. Lady Amber, actually, also got to come along on my birthday dinner. Sometimes my grandparents give us a gift they’d already bought, or we could go shopping with them and pick one out. I actually got:

1. A really small wooden chest

2. A set for painting figure horses

3. Air-dry clay (molding clay)

4. Gummy worms, which Lady Amber and I ended up getting sick on.

Earlier this month, on my real birthday, I also got gifts I never blogged about. (This may not be interesting… <_<)
1. From Manny I got this mug. It’s not the kind you can put hot liquids in, but more of an ale mug. (lol) On the front, made with a grayish brown color, is a ship. The mug all together is clear glass.

2. From my younger sister, I got a used walkman and a stamp picture.

3. From Jake, (yes, this year he actually gave me a gift!) I got Dragons of the Valley, by Donita K. Paul. (He read it before he gave it to me, so he can still say he read it first)

4. From my parents, I got a giant sketchbook, along with an art set with charcoal pencils, chalk pastels, woodless pencils, a kneaded eraser, and a sharpener.

Sorry, lots of lists. J

Ooh… anyone here ever played Phase Ten? I have… I actually learned how from Jake while we were at a camp in Canada. Hi, all ye Canadians! Love your country. So, Friday, we had some friends from co-op, who one of the older daughters was turning nineteen. Also, one of the younger kids was turning six, seven, or eight. Okay, so the thing about this family is that one, they have ten kids. Two, almost all of them are good at drawing. Three, all of their names start with B!  Seriously. I think their oldest child is like nineteen or twenty, and their youngest is only about one and a half months old. So, back to the subject. One of the older girls, a teenager, named Bryce played Phase Ten with us. And, when we got home and Lady Amber came over, we played Phase Ten. Also, this morning, before Lady Amber had to leave, we played Phase Ten. Unfortunately, I didn’t win once… Or did I? I know I got to phase six before we were done.  Oh, and you know I mentioned Canada? Well, Mr. Yoder, the man who managed the camp when we went, came here. Today. He lives in Iowa when he’s not in Canada, which is one of my favorite states because we used to live there. He came and talked at our house for awhile, and twas fun. We had grape nut homemade ice cream. Yum, I know. We also had some sort of coconut cake. Twas good, too.

Don’t think I have anything more worth telling ya’ll about, so Farewell and Stay Well!
Vrenith Sylversmith

Manny the Pie Maker, Evil Rabbits, and Rubber Duckies!

Manny the Pie Maker: Manny, my older sister, has joined the UG and also made a blog! You may find it at http://crazy-pie-randomness.blogspot.com/ 

Evil Rabbits... So, while I was on the UG, the rabbits stole my beloved pie! So I drew my sword and went off to save it. Before I went to save the pie, I answered the phone. I said, "Yes, how may I help you?" Then the evil rabbit ninja punched me right through the phone. Twas painful, and I passed out. Then I went once more to save my beloved pie. I crept into the rabbits den and took what was mine! I came back to the UG and triumphed. These were my exact motions: "*holds up pie* Found it in his den. Twas untouched! *notices a small bite taken out of the pie* Well, almost untouched." 

Ah, Rubber Duckies! We were arguing which was better: rubber duckies or rubber chickens. I myself said rubber duckies. But then, the Rabbits stole our beloved rubber duckie. I am now leading a rescue party in the woods on the randomness thread to rescue the rubber duckie. Anyone who wants to join, do so now! Only Elven Princess(who has dubbed herself the Great Turkey for the sake of Thanksgiving) and I have done so! Harken to me, all ye UGers! 

This reminds me of a past experience on the UG... Evil rabbits captured me, tied me up and gagged me, threw me in a two foot kiddie pool where I drowned. Charming, I know. Jake had to resurrect me.

Now, an account of what happened at my great aunt Elvira's. Okay, so we got there, and met the two dogs, Big Jimbo and Peaches. Peaches was a little yorkie, full of energy. Big Jimbo was an old black lab, and if you pet him, he would literally fall to your feet. He would lay on my feet, and I would almost fall over! He reminded me of my own dog, Moby. Then, Aunt Elvira gave us a tour. There was a trail, and in a clearing on that trail, a swing was set up. it almost swang over the creek which curled around in their small woods. We hiked up the trail, then back down. We caught some really small frogs, then let them go. We saw all their plants, their corn, their extra ornamental pumpkins and gourds, and they gave us a few bagfuls. They had a lot of birdfeeders, too. Then we got to see the horses. I LOVED it. There were two, and they were owned by the woman across from Aunt Elvira. We went up to the fence and petted them, and fed them grass. Twas much fun. One was a Tobiano Piebald Pinto, and the other was a really dark bay with three socks and an interrupted strip, with a spot near his right eye. He was the sweeter of the two, but I petted and fed both. He nudged me in the chest a few times, and I blew into his nostrils. He liked that. When I held out some grass for him and asked, "You want this?" He would sort of nod his head in a up and down horsey manner, and I would give it to him. When I turned my back, he would stomp one foot. He really liked the attention. So, after awhile, we went back to the house to wait for lunch. My younger sister and Manny started a movie while I read, and then they stopped the movie for lunch. I was reading the Bones of Makaidos, which I had been waiting for for a VERY long time. We had a huge lunch, home made sweebok (however you spell it!) Some kind of really good casserole, home grown corn, home grown green beans, home grown apples, and water. Oh, and for dessert, APPLE PIE!! Before we were finished, my mom came. Even though she protested, Aunt Elvira fed her, too. We went on ANOTHER tour of the farm, and this time when we climbed the trail, I noticed another. I asked Aunt Elvira where it led, and she told me it led back to the farm, but that it was steeper. With permission, I took that path. It was steep, but not too steep. But, when I reached the bottom, the path ended and I was in the trees. I crossed the creek and made my way through the thick trees. I found a bridge like natural rock that stretched across the narrow creek, and I crossed once more. I went through the trees, and finally made it back. I went up their trail, and found the still walking. I had beaten them! Twas an eventful day, and we came home with boxes of apples and ornamental pumpkins. I visited the horses once more before I left, then said goodbye to the dogs. Then we took our leave.
We arrived home around six P.M., and then went to Chick-fil-A for supper. We finished, the others watched a movie while I was on the UG and making this blog post. Ok... I think thats all! 

Farewell and Stay Well,

Vrenith Sylversmith

Of Azandarania

Of Horses, Charcoal Pencils, and North! Or be Eaten. Oh, and Comments

Look at my title. Read my title. Comprehend my title. I will be talking about the title of this post. (of course) 

Of horses? Nothing much about horses... Except, I love them. I am going to my great-aunt Elvira's tomorrow, and she lives on a farm. I don't know what kind of animals she has, or if she has any at all, but, as always, I hope she has a horse. And a dog. Or any other kind of animal. *loves animals* But horses are my favorite. I draw them. The only other thing I draw acceptably other than horses are dragons. 

Charcoal pencils... Drew a picture today. It was a horse, depicting only his head. I tried to make it look like an Arabian horse-- didn't work very well. I shaded it with my charcoal pencils. The horse has a dished head with medium-sized ears. He is jet black with one long white stripe down his face, and clear eyes, along with wide nostrils. He has a curved neck with a black mane that is not too long, though its not that short, either. His jaw is round. I think thats all... Oh, and I named him Vrenwin. He's a horse in the book I'm trying to write. Its the only thing I had time to draw today.

North! Or be Eaten. Wonderful book. Found a bunch of quotes, but I don't have time to share them at the moment. Got to finish this post so I can read before bed. We're leaving at six thirty tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early. 

Comments... Comments? Why am I talking about comments? Can't remember why I said anything about comments... Instead, I'll... *drum roll* Post a short excerpt instead! Well, maybe not that short...

         Aneth awoke with a start. He wondered why he was awake. He didn’t usually awaken unless he heard something. The crack of a twig snapping came from the other side of the camp. That must have been what woke him up. He sat up and looked around. He saw nothing. “It must have been a dream,” He thought. The fire was low, nothing but glowing embers. But then he heard it again. It sounded like a growl. The growl was deep and loud, loud enough for Sonia to go wild until she finally broke the bridle. But instead of running away, as she normally would have done, she galloped over to where Aneth was sitting. Aneth ducked, thinking she would run over him, but the inevitable didn’t come. Aneth looked up. Sonia was standing before him, with a challenging stance. Out of the shadows a bear emerged. He was giant, like the trees. He was bigger than the grizzlies that Aneth had at home. Even on four legs he was taller than Sonia, yet she stood her ground. Aneth said a quick prayer to Sharurl before whipping out his hunting knife. He was about to lunge for the bear when he thought of how foolish it would be. He could be killed. Then he remembered Yawsoka. It was lying beside his bedroll, where he could reach it if need be. Aneth groped for his sword, and finally felt the familiar hilt hit his hand. Aneth unsheathed it quickly and rolled out from under Sonia, who was assaulting the bear with a number of kicks and blows. Aneth slashed his back, but sliced only fur. The bear whirled on him, ignoring Sonia, who was tiring. The giant bear rose up on his hind legs and lashed out at Aneth. His claw cut deep into Aneth’s side, making it bleed. Aneth staggered, but regained his balance enough to start another attack. He extended Yawsoka in a fury of blows on the bear’s stomach. One slash hit home and opened a deep wound. The bear roared in anger, deafening Aneth. The bear dropped down on all fours, with Aneth under him. Aneth barely escaped being crushed by rolling sideways. This angered the bear, and he slashed out at Aneth again. The claws grazed Aneth’s shoulder, but only made shallow scratches. The bear had lost his balance and was unable to recover quick enough before Aneth lunged forward, burying his sword up to the hilt in the bear’s heart. The bear roared before finally slumping down to the ground. Aneth collapsed, breathing hard. He crawled over to where his pack lay and pulled out some rags to wrap his wounds in. Aneth washed his shoulder and was glad to see that it looked like he had just scraped his arm. He dabbed his side and winced with pain. He could see that it was a deep wound, and knew he would have to bandage it tightly. Aneth pulled some herbs that he hoped would help out of his pack. He made a poultice out of them like his mother had taught him. He put some on his wound, and gasped as it burned. Aneth quickly wrapped his side with the bandage before looking up at his surroundings. Sonia stood near him. New thoughts rushed into Aneth’s mind. Why did Sonia not run away? Why did she defend him? Somehow, Aneth knew that it was because Sharurl had been with him. Sonia could never have done that herself. Aneth slowly stood up, jarring his side. He pulled out more rags to wrap Sonia’s legs in. The bear had clawed her deeply there, and Aneth hoped he would still be able to ride her the next day. Aneth fixed the bridle quickly with some strong stitches and put it back on Sonia before crawling to his bedroll and stretching out on it. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t sleep, but he was so tired. He soon drifted off, a voice echoing in him mind: “I will protect you… sleep, and in the morning you will continue your journey…” 

Sorry, its un-edited and has no paragraphs... bad habit, I know. *scratches head* I'll need Jake to help me on that... Or my older sister. Tis a short part of chapter seven. Just to fill you in, Sonia is his horse, Yawsoka is his sword, and Aneth is one of my main characters. If any of you are on the UG, you may have seen this excerpt on the thread 'Vrenith's Strange-- and Stranger-- Bookwritings'. 

Farewell and stay well,

Vrenith Sylversmith

First Post--

Hail, all, if any of you are reading this. As you can see, this is my first post, and I am having technical difficulties with my header. Thats why its so big. I will be using this blog to post about my art, but unfortunately I cannot post anything unless I made it on the computer, because my scanner is not working. I will also post about books I've read(mostly fantasy) and daily things... So, if you're not interested, leave now. :-) But, if you are interested, you are permitted to stay and read my posts.

Ah, I am reading North! Or be Eaten at the moment... tis a good book. I've read it once before... Oskar's quotes are quite hilarious. "Ah! In the words of Keeth Yager when he consumed a bucket of henmeat soup, 'I never thought I'd reach the bottom!'" Lots of hilarious sayings like that.

Paintings... Cannot post any of those... *muses* but I can tell you about them. My latest painting was of a dragon--the first dragon I've ever painted. It depicts a dragon(of course), flying at an angle, dragging one wing in some water. Behind the dragon is a small island of gray-black stone on which his shadow is resting. A blue sky frames it. The dragon is red, with black spines and claws. He has plaited scales that overlap each other. Sad to say, it doesn't actually look as realistic as it sounds. :-P
Another painting is of flowers-- but that one wasn't good at all. One of my first. There's one with an animated lighthouse, and, my very first one on canvas, my dog, Moby, lying on a rug in one of his impossible positions. :-) I gave it to someone in Colorado, so if my scanner ever works, I can't show it to you.
Right now I am actually working on my second dragon painting, though it is going very slowly because I don't have enough time to go and SIT down in the basement to work on it.   :-P The painting is actually of a green Hydra dragon, with a watery background.

Drawings... Done only a few lately. I did a horse with charcoal, trying my best to shade it and give it a shadow. I also did a flying dragon, and a head drawing of a dragon that I never finished. I also have a blue dragon lying down that I did with colored pencil. He is, of course, blue, and has black spines and claws. He has a serpentine eye, and his head angles into a sharp-ish point. He does not have scales yet, for I still need to do that... The last one in the sketchbook of drawings from late is a plain pencil drawing, of a diving dragon. The dragon is diving into some trees. He has spines and tailwings,(If you don't know what those are, they are the part of the tail that is like wings, and they act as rudders) and his legs are tucked against him(sort of). There is also a crescent moon in the sky.

I think thats all for now... Farewell, all Elves, People, Gwar, Dragons, Fangs... *keeps listing off races* Feel free to comment!
Farewell and stay well,
Vrenith Sylversmith