Oh Gawd, here's Lythande again. This one comes from a story where at one point Lythande, who sometimes works as a traveling bard as a cover occupation, must perform for an audience of petty aristocrats in a small desolate town. She must keep them entertained and not let them think about magic. This story and all the Bradley ones I illustrated are packed into a closet. If I ever move out of my current residence there will be hell to pay.
Black ink on illustration board, 8" x 7", May 1999.
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I used to know all those characters... but time has passed, like 40 years or however long it's been, and they are all gone.
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