Rivka’s Story (#30inks30Days) 7 May, 2020

 

Rivka’s Story (#30Inks30Days con’t)

#30Inks30Days 30 April, 2020

  Jaques Herbin 1798 Cornaline d’Egypte

This is the last day of the April #30Inks30Days challenge. We haven’t finished the story, but we’ll keep working on it, though maybe not every every day. There’s another challenge coming up in June. Think about joining in!

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Thumb-nails of the story so far and a list of the inks I used.

 

 

 My pen-cleaning cloth for the month:

#30Inks30Days 29 April, 2020

J. Herbin Ambre de Birmanie

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Colorverse Martian

Inktober 2019, Hallowe’en (Day Thirty-one): Is this the end?

Inktober Prompt: Ripe
Goldspot Prompt: Terror

31 October, 2019
Hallowe’en

Please, please,

If you find this note, come find us. If you don’t find us, please take this note to Dr. Morgan Stone; she will want to know what happened.

How we got up this tree I hardly know. My friend Bridget and I left her house around four in the afternoon ~ late enough for the day to feel ripe in our hands. Hallowe’en has always been one of our favourite days; the evening held no terror for us.

We walked through the woods to the little hill to watch the sun set. Just as the rays turned scarlet and gold, Bridget’s father, who has been ill these many weeks, came running through the the woods on the straight path to the pond, shrieking for his daughter, angry and almost berserk. He skittered to a halt at the edge of the pond as Bridget and I tumbled down the hill, fearing for her father’s health and sanity.

Bridget and I lost sight of her papa ~ usually a dear, sweet man ~ as we ran and stumble among the trees. We burst through the trees just as a geyser reached ~ reached ~ out of the pond, poured itself over Bridget’s father, and when it dissipated, Bridget’s father was gone.

Bridget and I ran to the water, pleading with ~ we didn’t have any idea with what. Bridie kept saying, “Please, please, please…” and I just held out my hands. The water reached out again. It touched Bridie’s hair, my hands, then gathered itself together and pushed us off the pond shore. And then Bridie and I were moving through the trees. We had lost the clew we’d brought and were confused by the mist that seemed to shepherd us about.

And then I realized I had used up my energy reserve and more. Somehow we found this tree. How we got into it I don’t know. Bridie is drowsing and I don’t know what will happen now.

Oddly, I’m not afraid, but writing this out seems sensible. Dr. Morgan’s address is ——— wait;

Bridie ~~~~

 

Inktober 2019, Day Thirty: Plans and Maps and Tracks — Oh My!

Inktober Prompt: Catch
Goldspot Prompt: Evil

30 October, 2019

The Plan

• I shall sleep in to store up energy.

• You will persuade one of the doctors to stay with your father.

• In the late afternoon, we will bundle up and tell your father that we are going for a walk.

• We will set out, as did the women in the tale, heading toward the pond. Unlike them, we will tie a clew of string from tree to tree to follow back if the mist gets thick.

• Also unlike your predecessors, we will not approach the pond directly. Rather, we will climb the small hill to wait for the sunset and watch the pond. I know you expect something evil, but I remain convinced that we shall find some beneficial energy or spirit that will provide some answers to the mysteries that affect your father.

• I shall stay by you always. I know you are sure you are the bait for some kind of monster, but I shall hold you as fast as Janet did Tam Lin, and no creature shall catch you out of my hold.

And then, Bridie, we shall have to hope. The Bridget of the Book was forced to accept a curse for the future as the cost of saving her loved ones. Perhaps we shall make a better bargain.

I shall slip this plan under your door to peruse during the slumbers of

Your drowsy,
Hannah

P.S. Bridie, look again at the maps. The decoration of scattered leaves ~ I think they’re TRACKS!

Inktober 2019, Day Twenty-nine: The Plot Twists!

Inktober Prompt: Injured
GoldspotPrompt: Apocalypse

29 October, 2019

Bridie,

All our scheming last night for naught! But your injured hand will give us time to refine our plans, and the burn is superficial enough not to delay us for more than a day or two.

Still, I wish your dear papa had not carried on as though it were the Apocalypse. It almost seemed as if he thrust the tea kettle onto your hand on purpose.

I shall write our plan later for us to review. It is my turn to be stealthy and come to your room. Save a flashlight for

Your tip-toeing,
Hannah

Inktober 2019, Day Twenty-eight: So near and yet…

Inktober Prompt: Ride
Goldspot Prompt: Torture

 

28 October, 2019

Well,

Didn’t you and Dr. Morgan give me a start, sitting by my bed, watching and waiting for me to wake up! Yet how happy I was to see you after all these weeks apart.

You told me so much on the way to your house that all I could do was ride the crest of the information wave that flowed from you. I had no chance to respond before we arrived at yours and I, of course, had to sleep again.

And now that I am awake, I find you where you where you should be ~ at your papa’s side (how glad I am to see him too, though I would he were better). I cannot talk to you freely in front of him, so I pretend to write a letter to my cousin, but I shall leave it on the escritoire for you to read while I sit with your father.

How kind it was of Dr. Torres to stay with your papa so you and Dr. Morgan could fetch me. And how fortunate it was that she found the last page of the Legends book. Now that I’ve read the story through and looked at the unexpected map on the back of that fateful final folio, I wish to talk with you more. Will you, tonight, come sneak into my room, as you did when we were children so we could read under the sheets and giggle and whisper, so that we can puzzle over the chart together? Our two heads will be more effective than the one of your

Fog-brained
Hannah

P.S. It is a small torture to have you so near, yet be unable to speak freely!

Inktober 2019, Day Twenty-seven: Oh My Stars!

Inktober Prompt: Coat
GoldspotPrompt: Outbreak

27 October, 2019

Dear Bridget,

My thoughts have been swirling so that I have been roused from my bed these several nights. I have bundled myself up against the chill of the darkling hours and gone to sit on my balcony to watch the Orionids. With the collar of my jacket turned up, I have watched the falling stars coat the sky with movement, one startling wonder after another, then returned to bed to dream of the woods, the pond, and the sense of dragon.

Last night ~ this early morning really ~ perhaps I dozed while star-gazing, but it seemed to me that there was an outbreak of brilliant meteors and that, in one of those elongated flashes of time, they coalesced into the same semblance of a dragon that the sunset casts upon the pond in my dream. The dragon-stars’ head was pointed toward your house, and all the meteors streamed in that direction so that the dragon seemed to fly.

I must have dreamt it; there was nothing in the morning papers about the occurrence.

I write this before the post has had a chance to bring a note from you, but I wanted to jot it down before the rational light off day could persuade me the vision was mere nonsense springing from the fevered brain of

Your
Hannah