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The Rifted Riders

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A group picture of the Rifted Riders that I drew as a Christmas card for my fellow writers of Mintaka: Yllamse, Jenna, Gaby, and Miles.

Lavinia and Nieves the Red belong to Gaby.
Hrulash and Garekhen the Gold belong to me.
Jayce and Aeraganon the green-grey-brown-swampy-i-dun-even-know and Tiarc’rie the Mistress of Mischief belong to Yllamse.
Xanda and Nightwing the supposed-to-be-black and Midnight the mini-wyvern belong to Jenna.
Kali and Centriel the Purple belong to Miles.
THE RIFTED RIDERS (TM) (ORIGINAL) ARE READY FOR ACTION

A lot of hours (8? 10?) in Corel Painter 12. Making of video here! youtu.be/AV9sCEXtK5o

Aiya and Mwennon

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Aiya Elisia Cato, age 4, and Mwennon Marcus Cato, age 9 months. (first convincing babeh I ever drew! : D)
Aiya has her mother’s dark hair and her father’s brown eyes, while Mwennon began life with very dark hair but it lightened to a more chestnut colour by the time he was in his teens while his eyes darkened to black. They both had slightly pointed ears as half-elves, and had some (yet to be determined) control over magic and the Flow.
Aiya did turn out to be the more serious of the two, enjoying quiet time and study. Mwennon hung out a bit too much with Aunt Xan, Aunt Lae, and Trearen, and was a bit more adventurous than his sister. However, both of them smile and laugh more than their father. :3
More description to come when they tell me.

Bonded

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It’s only a slight bond, compared to the others; Hrulash is a plain, straight human, and doesn’t have the kind of intuition required to have more of a mental bond with his partner. They can sense great emotional distress from each other; extremely strong emotions make it through. But in spite of its limits, the bond is still there. And in spite of their differences of opinion and demeanour, they greatly enjoy spending time together. Like here.

Thou Fiend

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Hrulash and Garekhen facing down some bad guy. Attempted to draw a saddle; did not go so well yet. Oh well. It’s a start. Hrulash is weilding Grandpa’s Lance, which I described recently thus: “Red steel in a teardrop shape for the head, with wings just below it, and a long black haft… And a staticky feeling around it that told him it was enchanted somehow.” I wonder who made it, and why? I think the dwarves must have made it, which means we won’t find out about it until Book 3.

Streets of Regalo

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…can be pretty tough when young Lord ad Ventum and young Lord Cato declare war on the other kids from the surrounding villas. Tseo’s gotten in trouble with the city guard more than once, for sure. XD But between Tseo’s command and Hrulash’s tactics, they dominate the neighbourhood in their little wargames.
They’re both wielding wooden swords, and Hrulash’s is a shortsword and Tseo’s is a broadsword. I don’t know why Tseo’s holding his like a baseball bat, though