When the wind blows, the ripples across the pond bring the tales of the Trolls upon them. The river sprites and creek faeries are very familiar with the trolls for they often come across them as they travel under bridges. One of their favorites is the troll called Hewy. He may be grumpy on the outside but they know him to have a heart of gold.
The sprites and faeries have known Hewy for ages but then time doesn't means the same thing to a faery as to a human. Time moves even slower for a troll for where do you think the saying "old as the hills" came from.
When Hewy started out, he was just a piece of clay that was molded and shaped by Mother Nature and Father Time. He rolled around for a quite a while before settling down under the bridge that he now calls home. Though the Wind and Rain liked to beat on him and wear him down a bit, he has stayed strong.
But when Hewy was just a troll-odyte, he wanted to be in a band. It was a dream to be on the cover of the Rolling Stones. So he left his hometown of Boulder and hit the road. He knew it was going to take a lot of hard work to get himself to the top of the heap and he had to have the right look. That might take a little more than spit and polish. It might be a trial by fire that brings Hewy to the level he needs to be so he can shine. But then one of his favorite sayings is "a rolling stone gathers no moss". So no time like now to begin, and that is how Hewy ended up heading out on his adventure.
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.