chewbaccaaah asked: I eagerly await the next chapter in the big bowman and small Jacob story! Bowman walks up to the village and everyones gonna be like wtf?!, and then they notice small Jacob and then theres even MORE wtf???!?! Bowman what did you do???!
Oh my gosh yes. He’s sure they can’t possibly blame him for what happened, because obviously he doesn’t have the magic for this! And yet. Somehow, he must have done something, otherwise they wouldn’t have a giant sprite and a sprite-sized giant on their hands. His aunt will fuss him out for this before he can get a word in.
I’m so glad you’re enjoying that story! ❤ I can’t wait to have enough to post the next part.
This is so cute and it immediately makes me think of the name for baby wood sprites, so of course the story would involve them somehow.
The story would start with Jacob making another visit to the Wellwood forest. He’d bring with him a book he found at the library while he was browsing around: Mary Norton’s The Borrowers, in which the tiny folk call people like him Beans. If nothing else, he’d be thinking it’s an amusing thing to show Bowman and the other sprites his age, who never run out of fascination for the things he brings to the woods.
Before getting close to the village, though, Jacob would hear a tiny little voice. Two tiny nestlings, wandering too far past the stream, got lost with the village out of sight and with no patrolsprites nearby to notice.
Not every sprite in Wellwood is 100% on board with Jacob and how enormous he is, and he’s extra big to these poor lost nestlings. They can’t even fly up to bop him like that Bowman Leafwing does all the time. Jacob wouldn’t want to frighten them even more, but there’s no way he’s going to leave them on their own, even to go and find someone to come carry them; the village isn’t far for him, but it’s enough of a trip that something could befall them before he got back.
Luckily, he has a whole book with him, with fascinating stories of tiny people a lot like the sprites that live near the giant human beans. With no idea what else to do and them huddling away from his hands, Jacob would read to the poor sprouts until someone on patrol heard him and came to investigate to get the kiddos home.
Back at last with more of the Size Swap AU! It’s been a long time since I could work on this one. The prompt challenge of 2018 really pushed other projects back a bit, but I haven’t forgotten the shenanigans here!
As they neared the ground at last, Bowman had to bank farther out and take a slow, controlled glide to the clearing. He didn’t have as much room to land as he usually did. Jacob kept that in mind as the impact of Bowman’s boots hitting the ground jolted all through him and the grip around his body tightened for an instant.
Bowman stumbled a few extra steps and wound up turning to fall to a seat before he could crash into a tree. Jacob found himself held close to the sprite’s chest again, and the heartbeat behind him pounded like a stampede.
Though I have many varieties of sprites that I like to play with in my Fairy Tales sandbox, the wood sprites are my first love. Images of forests with their lush greenery and natural curves and lines always bring the wood sprites to mind. Where would they set up their homes? What would they cultivate the most in their free time? What games would they play? The green and gold of a forest in its peak is the essence of a wood sprite.
I’ve been so excited to come this far that now that I’m here, I hardly know what to say. Years and years of planning and writing and editing (and repeating those steps until I wanted to pass out) have finally come to fruition.
I’m so proud and pleased to announce that Bowman of Wellwood is now a published book! ( Lulu often runs some kind of promotion, so be sure to keep an eye out for extra discounts )
From simple origins as a side project and something to muse about in between classwork and my other stories, Bowman and his friends have grown and developed more than I ever could have imagined. He used to be a nameless little muse, the figure I would imagine flying among the trees whenever I went on a road trip as a kid. Now, Bowman is all grown up, along with Jacob and Rischa and the rest.
Currently, the book is only available on the Lulu shop. However, I am in the process of preparing it for distribution on other sites such as Amazon and Barnes&Noble; more announcements will come when that process is complete. The next step will be to create an eBook format for those who don’t want to have a physical copy with that gorgeous cover (the artwork for which was created by Anthony Avon ).
This one … got lost in my inbox. I’m sorry. It was on my main blog and I told myself however many months ago that I’d need to bring it over here and … heckin forgot.
But on to the question!
Bowman’s bed, like most wood sprite beds, is shaped right out of the floor and wall of his room. Since the wood sprites shape their houses out of the living tree branches and trunks, it’s made entirely of living wood and somewhat conforms to the shape of the wood grain. It has a divot in it for a cotton-stuffed mattress and his blankets, making a sort of raised nest.
( Much thanks to ghostquack for the amazing art! )
Scar Wolfblind, Wellwood’s bravest protector, would never hesitate to combat any threat that came against his forest home. With his sword drawn and ready, and with a defiant stance, he will fight.
Bravery, however, is not a perfect shield. When the fight is intense, Scar tends to come away with more injuries than the other knights. On those days, his longtime friend Cerul Elanwyn is there to patch him up and offer what healing magic he can.
Scar is offended every time he’s told to rest, but despite his ferocity, Cerul isn’t even a little bit intimidated.
Thanks! 😀 It was my birthday indeed, I had a birthday on a Monday ( Bummer, I know ).
Sticking with the wood sprites, they don’t tend to have big parties or anything, but they do mark the passing of a year more or less. It’s kind of loose – they keep track of what season they were born in. Bowman Leafwing, for example, is a winter birth, while Rischa Songbird is a spring birth. So, when winter rolls around Bowman ages up one year and gets all the congratulations. His aunt might make him something nice if he’s been keeping out of trouble (or at least trying).
For general celebrations involving more of the community, they’ll tend to gather in the clearing within their clearing (a circular clearing, it is their literal fairy ring). They’ll have singing and drums and dancing, usually, and just have fun out there until it’s time to get some rest. Festivals like this tend to happen more spontaneously; they don’t do the same one every year at the same time, but rather when something noteworthy happens, they have a party and then the next day someone has to ink the story in the Archives.