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Back in 2018 when I started this story, my youngest child still identified as a boy. In the last three years, however, she has slowly come to identify as a woman. Like for many trans and genderqueer folks, this was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The pronoun discrepancy in panel 4 is no typo. Tune in for next week’s page update to see how that develops. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: Dagda scrutinizes Owen, who looks nervous. DAGDA: Hm. Mm-hm. Yes. I see. Human? OWEN: Yes, uh,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Let sleeping gods lie. As Pooka should know from his Mythopedia entry he’s a heavier player than one you can summon merely for a warding spell. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: Pooka hands Owen a coin. POOKA: Here, I’ll show ya. Owen,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Okay, I admit … I am pretty happy with how that first panel turned out. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: The entrance to the Red Cap’s Bog, marked by a weather beaten sign and a trail marked by wooden planks leading into[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Landscapes! I apologize for the lateness of this post. I had it ready to go last week, but became to distracted by IRL matters that I forgot to make a simple post. In effect, last week’s page is now this[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Late posting on the same day, because I thought I had already scheduled this page. Oops. My bad.
Only now as I post this page to the site do I realize I have neglected to draw Bridget, the librarian pixie. She usually hovers around Brian’s shoulder (they’re an item, in a Great Dane dates a Tea Cup Poodle[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…