A Sketchy Thing That Sort Of Turned Into Something? It's Not Exactly A Card Design, But I Could Call

A sketchy thing that sort of turned into something? It's not exactly a card design, but I could call it that. The shading was more a shot in the dark and the resolution is low because it started as a really tiny drawing without a plan or anything.

What if a hot pirate-looking guy were to flirt with/ask out one of the brothers in front of the other? (Could be either one)

[I took a while to answer this one, so if you're still around, Anon, please let me know if you wanted a less evasive response. Given that it's Rafal though, I personally figured evasive would fit his character in this situation.]

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Rafal: I've seen men attempt to muster up the courage to approach Rhian and flirt. None of them ever succeed though, when I'm around. [lightly] They double back from whence they came when I glance their way...

Now, don't repeat what I'm about to say to a soul or you'll regret speaking to me at all, but—Rhian is actually one of the most sought-after bachelors in the Woods. I suspect it’s partly his looks and partly his position of power that entices potential lovers. Not that he knows. I intercept all love letters and fan mail before he ever sets his eyes on them. They usually arrive before he’s awake. He gets marriage proposals from complete strangers every week and it's infuriating. Thus, I send hexes back in reply to the return addresses.

[With disgust] The unfortunate side effect of my censorship is that Rhian's self-esteem suffers, but it’s better than the... alternative. And it's better than our getting swindled. That said, most pirates or others we don’t tend to see in person at all because they know I'll be there. So I tend to be a deterrent far more repelling than the hexes alone ever could be. [Rafal looks absurdly proud of himself.]

Indeed, we don’t see any suitors but the most intrepid and stupid—Rhian's "type," alas... Like the vulture who swooped in during my leave of absence and took my place. If it weren’t for me, this School would probably be overrun with men and women alike seeking Rhian out, the pests. Fortunately, we don't go on excursions off School grounds. Ever.

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Rhian: [shrugs] I’ve certainly seen people, and amongst them, pirates, stare at my brother, but no one’s ever said anything to him directly. I have a feeling I know why though... and I think Rafal's been keeping something from me, now that I think about it. Our wastepaper basket is always full of shredded envelopes with their addresses blotted out in ink. But all Rafal said when I asked about the envelopes was that parents were complaining about the School's mortality rates, like they always have, no matter what reforms I initiate.

Young old man, haha!

Thank you for the dialogue! I love your dialogues! But I fear that I don’t get the joke either. I tried Googling the meaning of “double p,” and literally can’t figure it out. [facepalms] I’ve found “picture for proof” for the acronym though.

A sketchy thing that sort of turned into something? It's not exactly a card design, but I could call it that. The shading was more a shot in the dark and the resolution is low because it started as a really tiny drawing without a plan or anything.

Of course the brothers gain in pride as the prequel storyline progress. That we know. The tension and stakes build to new heights. But you know what else also reaches new heights? The School Masters’ tower itself, an office Rafal had built likely for the express purpose of shutting out irksome interruptions from the inferiors down below, the very symbol of his pride, of his literally elevating himself above all the rest.

Prequel fandom, it's imperative that you listen to this song I discovered today—I beg you. You will not regret it.

The lyrics, for reference:

You've got a long way down, a long way down, a long way down with our hearts so proud Apple and the baron got it old and spoiled All that's good for man is the soil

Got a neck so strong for the crown upon your head Don't think anyone will leave it when you're dead There's a throng of men mightier than you And they're waiting and they're watching till they fill your shoes

You build your tower up so high Walk over brothers to get by You lost your joy and don't know why Why

Of course the brothers gain in pride as the prequel storyline progress. That we know. The tension and stakes build to new heights. But you know what else also reaches new heights? The School Masters’ tower itself, an office Rafal had built likely for the express purpose of shutting out irksome interruptions from the inferiors down below, the very symbol of his pride, of his literally elevating himself above all the rest.

Page 16

This is actually page 17 of the fic, not the document itself. (16 was a page I might cut a lot from or rework, so that's the reason why I didn't want to include it.) Again, this screenshot happens to be another messy and unwritten page in outline form, but it is interesting that your number landed close to this scene since this is scene 1 of 3 involving this tapestry, detailing a flashback I invented, set before QFG.