Costume design for the Captain from Shattered Spire. Art by Ruth Lampi.
Costume design for the Loyalty Officer from Shattered Spire. Art by Ruth Lampi.
Tiiro, a character in Orphaned Gods.
“You don’t have to study every waking hour, though,” Tiiro said. “There’s other things in life.”Art by Ruth Lampi, writing by Jessica Van Oort.
“What would you know about waking hours?” Aturi said.
Tiiro chuckled. “You got me there.” He reached over and swirled the dregs in Aturi’s cup. “I know, let’s go out to the Diving Swan. You need more of that poison if you’re going to stay up all night again. And I wouldn’t mind a nice relaxing cup of tea.”
“All you’ll do is nap in the cushions,” Aturi complained. “You might as well sleep here.”
“But I like the fresh air. And you can bring your book.” Tiiro lifted the stylus from Aturi’s fingers. “Come on, let’s go.”
"For now I am the captain and this is my ship, and I will work as I see fit to avert making an adversary of a potential ally. And yes, I mean the alien. It has exhibited evidence of nuance and empathy, which is more than I can say for you."–Captain Mtendere Art by Ruth Lampi, text by Jessica Van Oort.
Neharu, a character in Orphaned Gods.
Neharu tripped and rolled down into a little canyon cut away by a stream, and ended in the water. It wasn’t deep, but he checked to make sure he hadn’t broken the little sacred drum. All was well, so he trotted along the canyon bottom, sometimes jumping from stone to stone to avoid the water. This was spirit territory now, and he was almost to the place he would wait for a sign. A stick suddenly fell down out of the air and he caught it. He heard a distant peal of laughter that was not a people-voice, but no one appeared when he called a greeting.Art by Ruth Lampi, text by Jessica Van Oort.
Neharu continued on, carrying the spirit stick. In a little while he found the place where the stream disappeared under a wide, flat rock. On the rock were many smaller rocks, left by travelers who had visited this place. Neharu added one of his own, drank from the stream, and set his pack beside the pile of stones. He sat down meditation style, and closed his eyes, but then opened them just in time to catch another stick.
“Who is throwing me sticks?” he asked the world.
Laughter filled the air.
Ruth Lampi is an illustrator, writer, painter, sculptor, and owner/founder of a travelling small business. Also a jewelry maker, potter, sometime paper maker, tea blending hobbyist, and thrower of parties, among other things. She should be writing right now. She is possibly instead researching how to make blue noodles from dried pea flowers, planning a YouTube series, infusing alcohol with ginger and roses (for perfume or cocktails- hasn't decided yet), or plotting a gaming campaign.