ROBA VI

So..this week we actually have some business to take care of before we get to episode vi of Roba:

(My sincere apologies....I've been having technical difficulties and was unable to post Sunday night. )

Now, I’d been in my small home in Kenning Stone Relm finishing up the last episode of Roba when I heard some rustling at my back door. When I went to check I found these small bags at my door step. Well it was quite obvious that they had been left by Wood Elves. They are shy creatures and no one has ever seen one full on (one usually just manages to catch a fleeting glimpse of the little guys). They are a very creative folk and I guess they thought that since I’m a creative type I would appreciate their artistic endevours. So they have left me some of their treasured envelopes. The Wood Elves are great collectors of things and in this case they have collected envelopes and packages that people, elves and other creatures have received in the post. They’ve added a few paper scraps here and there, repaired and cleaned them up a bit and so that’s what we've got up for sale on eBay this week.


Our second blog item this week is Can-Eh? Can-Artistry - It’s a new forum started by kim aka imagesbykim and it’s for CANADIAN ARTISTS. We’re just starting but we’ve got many wonderful artists already….so you might want to check it out - it’ll be fun to help a Canadian group grow. Watch for the twice monthly challenge starting in September. And now, lets get back to our story:


Roba sat on a bench that stood outside along the west wall of the house, while the old lady took a kettle from a small fire pit near by. After pouring the tea Baba removed her hat sat in the shade sipping her tea in silence. Roba did not speak either because now that she was so near the hat and the old lady she did not know how to accomplish her task. Surely she could not steal the hat and a wise old woman would not just give up such a prize. After they had both finished their tea Baba finally spoke: “Now my love, what is your name and how is it that you come to be an old lady’s guest? “ Roba was very brief and said that she was from a distant realm and was only traveling through….yes…and peddling her wares. She tought of the gifts she’d received in Anois' saddle bags which gave her an idea: “..I also trade goods - that is a handsome red hat you have there….perhaps we cold do a trade?” “…this old hat? You flatter an old woman..I am sure it is too worn to exchange for your good wares…and I am rather fond of it as it is a very practical hat. It keeps my head warm in winter and cool in the summer heat.” Roba was disappointed but went on about her travels. When the sun was very low in the west Baba Yaga told Roba that of course she wouldnot be leaving for a few days..for she had travelled far and she must rest for a time. Roba did not argue..for she felt quite relaxed with the old woman and peaceful in the lovely green forest. Over the next few days Roba experienced many strange things like every morning the sun shone through her window to wake her and yet she always watched the sun set in the same window as she laid down for the night. The old lady's garden seemed especially verdant and lush yet she seemed to spend very little time in it. although, every day after breakfast, the old lady would set the red hat on her head, walk to the centre of the garden, cross her hands over her heart and her smile would beam as brightly as the sun beams that shone down on her. She would stand so for a short while and then sometimes she would adjust a pumpkin or tie up a dangling vine. But usually she just went to a corner of the garden where there would be a pile of freshly picked corn or beans, or peas. Roba marvelled at this. Baba Yaga just laughed and explained that it had been her friends....her very good friends. But Roba had seen no visitors come or go.