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Many of my works lead to pairs and even groupings of illustration, and although I cannot remember who came first between these two, the Wasp aristocrats make a grand couple. Dressed exceptionally well for their public roles as Ambassadors at a regional Earth Summit, the Wasps have traveled far from their paper homes in the Mangrove trees of the Dillydell.
Among the Wasp folk there is a wandering minstrel, known for his singing and fiddle playing. A song made famous by him tells of the division between humans, in Iridia, and Nature, which hides in the realms known as Mirico.
The Breaking of the World
Against the wind o'Ridian wood, now raised to sky divided
and woodland kin remember good, as both in worlds resided
N'Miridin was once our name, All World where nothing broken
but thought unkind and selfish came, and end of Whole was spoken
And where once good did rise, the way of foe and weapons wielding
and all who small though fight they should, did bend to powers yielding
Where severed World from one to two was born the grave Division
'twas those a'walking gentler, who did solemn make decision
But is said no more the Two be so, N'Miridin awaken
for through the seam a Child shall go, returning what was taken
Iridia no longer be, nor Mirico within Her
N'Miridin shall rise in those who once again begin Her
Iridia was named the place where rough the Hand came crashing
where into root and water's grace came steely teeth a'gnashing
And Mirico was place unbent where not came Man a'prying
where voices Earth in all extent could speak without a'crying
And Mirico did shrink away as Hand groped in to claim Her
as further into cave and bay did Man move swift to frame Her
But Child you hold without your hands in Mind and Heart the Healing
so come you home to Mirico, whose secrets We revealing
Iridia no longer be, nor Mirico within Her
N'Miridin shall rise in those who once again begin Her.
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