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These were the editions of The Chronicles of Prydain I checked out of the library and read as a kid.

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He broke the seal at their lips to speak raggedly against her mouth. “This is why.”

She had forgotten the question, and mumbled in confusion.

“Why I keep my distance.” Words broke hot against her cheek, her jawline, under her ear; down the curve of her neck. “Because when I am close to you, I cannot think of anything else.”

“And what is so wrong with that?” It was a gasping demand, too urgent to acknowledge the satisfaction of such a confession.

“Eilonwy,” he groaned softly, into the hollow of her throat. “I have a responsibility to my men. It isn’t fair to them.”

“Fair?” She pushed him away a little to glare him in the face. “It wasn’t fair that I was sent away for years and had to fight to come back to you. It wasn’t fair that the moment I got back, the world came all undone. It isn’t fair that I can’t stay with you on what could be our last night alive.” 

Her hands fisted into his cloak, as though she could twist the sense out of him by force. “And you worry so much about being fair to a lot of farmers and crofters, you’ll barely be seen in my company. Shall I always come second to your sense of duty?”

“I...” He looked upset and bewildered, as though somehow it had never occurred to him that she would want anything else. “I didn’t...”

“Next time you decide to be so bloody self-denying,” she plowed on ruthlessly, “you might stop and consider how it’s affecting others. And by others,” she added, “I mean me. Because you’re quite good at thinking of everyone else.”

She sensed him tighten all over, stoked by an invisible spark, like the crackling jolt that sometimes jumped between metal and wool. He took her by the shoulders almost roughly, steered her backwards until she was pinned against her own bed, leaning against its high support, melting into the space between it and his body. “I never stop thinking of you,” he said hoarsely. “Never. It is all I can do, when you are in my sight, to concentrate on the tasks set before me. You cannot know what it is, to be so...”

“Oh, yes, I can,” she interrupted, and pulled him to her mouth again to prove it.

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A redo of an old image.

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Me, listening to a Youtuber or Podcaster discuss a subject I’m interested in: “Wow, that’s interesting” Me listening to a Youtuber or Podcaster discuss a subject I know anything about: “None of this is true. You’re improvising randomly, based on a half-remembered Wiki summary”

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The Black Cauldron🐦‍⬛⚔️

🥀⚔️🥀 "Although an imaginary world, Prydain is not too different from our real one…Even in a fantasy realm, growing up is accomplished not without cost." - LLoyd Alexander twitt// bsky

The 2nd book is filled with much grief. But it's very important to see the changes of the characters that come to this fate and those who live on. Especially those like Ellidyr who was a rather uncouth character but the perfect foil to Taran. His harsh sacrifice and Adaon's sad fate are both two events that stay with me.

"Your horse carries a difficult burden. And so do you," Adaon said. "What burden do I carry?" cried Ellidyr, bristling. "Last night I dreamed of us all," Adaon said…."You I saw a black beast on your shoulders. Beware, Ellidyr, lest it swallow you up." "And I?" Taran asked. "What did your dream tell of me?" "You," answered Adaon, "you were filled with grief." -The Black Cauldron

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Pig #1: *Wakes up*

Pig #2: Hey, you're finally up... I have an idea

Pig #3: Let's run around Mama

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Here is the second part of the set up storyboard for sequence four of the black cauldron. Here, unused the shop for the film plus alternate versions of the parts from the film. That was also from alternate dialogue that would help the viewer learn more about the castle. And we end it off with the part in which Taran and Eilonwy meet Fflewddur. We will see the rest in the next part 

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Illustration by Belgian illustrator Jean - Leon Huens (1921 - 1982) from ‘The Book of Three’

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Ancient Arches, Tal-y-waenydd, Wales

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Forest Sun Flare, Cardiff, Wales

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