"Be still my heart." It is the thrill - a cat playing with a mouse - some said. "Breathe, there is only breath." Other's, mostly in quiet, argued that it was a test from the gods to weed out the inferior. Yet, none took up arms or tried to fight, not since three summers ago. "I am afraid." According to Anders it alters the flesh, the way it tastes. That's why they use their tounges like that. Teror is an irresistable marinade to the wyvern. "I am afraid, but I will hold my fear - hold it outside my heart." Whatever the reason, once a month they came - three, always three, and by dawn's light the villagers gathered to count the missing, and to weep. But, not this time. "My fear is not with me. It is..." A finger pointing to the other Wyverns. "Fetch." This dawn, three wyvern lay simmering in one another's blood, and a new sorceress was born. Just playing with some things I picked up in the crazy sales that have saved me (cost me?) so much money. DS3A and reality. Nothing else. It was nice to come back to it after playing with carrara for a couple of weeks. I'm getting geared up to start a new big project. Another graphic novel (comic book).