Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I’ve ached for a human hand
I’ll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light
_Celtic Voices ~ Women of song
I have a little character named Ruby Rue that I put up for an IF post way back when….. anyhoo… she comes with a poem that explains her predicament. She’s one of my favorites!
I’ve decided to dust her off and expand the poem to fit in a dummy book.
Here are a few of the many preliminary sketches of her!
The original Ruby Rue Link: http://www.robertabaird.com/blog/index.php/2010/10/26/ruby-rue/
A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..
Almost to the halfway point!!
So this is my cover and end papers for my sketchbook. I glued the front in but not the back, as I’m not sure how thick this sketchbook is going to end up. I’m really having fun with this project!Page 0ne
What happened to the fellow who never feared a dream?
This place could not be home to him…..so he devised a little scheme!