Fitz And The Fool For My Sister!

One of Bee Farseer's dreams. 

Dreams

. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓍 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈.

𝑀𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝓁𝒹. “𝐼’𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹,” 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈. 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈, “𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝐵𝑒𝑒.” 𝐼𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂. 𝐼𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃, 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒.

Dream journal of Bee Farseer

All that night, I cradled him in my arms, as closely as if he were my child or my lover. As closely as if he were my self, wounded and alone. I held him while he wept, and I held him after his weeping was done. I let him take whatever comfort he could in the warmth and strength of my body. I have never felt less of a man that I did so.

The Flower Girls • Alexei Harlamov, 1855

The Rooster Crown ... and the feather together and separately

The legendary scene

Jenna Kass (American), illustrator • Leda and the Swan • For ImagineFX workshop • 2018 • Pencil and powdered graphite on bristol

-Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses-

The Expulsion form Eden, c. 1900

John Spencer Stanhope

I read it all in one go and ended up barely having time to draw. It took me about four days for the first two books.

When I was reading fool’s fate I just ignored everything for a few days, and it took me some time to recover after finishing it.

I think I still haven’t fully recovered. I keep replaying the final chapters in my head over and over again

-The Lady of the Camellias-