Alyssa the tree faerie healer of the bark / Alyssa el hada arbórea sanadora de la corteza

When we fall in love we mutilate trees by carving a simple heart with our initials in it. We decorate our homes with hundreds of beautiful furniture that comes out from the factories by thousands and so soon we get tired of them. We write our deepest desires and thoughts ravaging thunsands of hectares of the purest forests to make small pencils and paper where we pour tons of hopes and dreams.

Frauleaf the faun guardian of the yew / Frauleaf el fauno guardián del Tejo

Under the thick foliage of the ancient forest of Yewdalaugh, nestled between burly oaks, graceful beeches and mystic rowans stands high the ancient and sacred black yew, the one who has seen the ages of fey, giants and men, the one who serves as home and livelihood for thousands of creatures and beings that inhabit the magical forest.
There under it´s leaves and branches is where Frauleaf the master of the ancient ritual prays and intone his songs in praise of the old tree.

Scottish pixie "Olghar Armestreng" / Pixie Escocés "Olghar Armestreng"

There is no army in the fae or goblin world who does not tremble at the mere mention of the name of the small Olghar Armestrong ... with just 13 cm ... (tall) has not suffered a single defeat in his long career as commander in chief of the first Furryhaggis legion, being able even to conquer in record time the nose of the ice giant Folmer (we can say that finally the legion was fully expelled by Folmer in one of his attacks of sinusitis, although this part of the story usually is obviated by unpleasant).

¡Mira ! ¡silbadores herbáceos ! / Look! sod whistlers !!

It happened some days ago, couldn´t say precisely when due to my fish memory but it was during sunset when the orange veil of sun´s light softly hugged the grayish winter clouds over the tiny forest close to the village where I inhabit.

There I was, taking a slow walk along an old and dry riverbed, lost in my thoughts, trying to escape out of worries and bounds when I noticed an ancient cracked tree trunk piercing my way ahead. I could have definately overtake it... I could, but did not.. for some reason...

Maurice Sangpatte the french RedCap goblin \ Maurice Sangpatte el Gorro Rojo frances

No matter how hard I try this little nasty guy keeps trying to stab or throw stones to somebody, I guess he just had a hard life lurking behind ruins and feeding of flesh and bones, I guess... Redcaps are hard to domesticate although this little fellow apparently called Maurice seems to be a bit more pleasant than other "nice" comrades of him I met before in my journeys.

Elda Moonsteps the quest of finding your path / Elda Moonsteps en busca de tu camino

Some old folks say at the edge of the black forest to have seen a little she-goblin, little in size, but huge and brave in spirit. Some remember her as fast as the wind blows, others as kind and sweet as a honey jar, some others hard worker as a buzzing bee and few, the luckiest, for her glittering eyes...

Old Meg Berriebag the perfect healer / La vieja Meg Berriebag una perfecta curandera

Old Meg is an artist with her hands, not only for her amazing skills as a healer and masseur, but because she has four ... giving her a more than enviable advantage.

Ever since childhood she showed an amazing predisposition for the healing arts and natural magic, perhaps influenced by her grandmother Maia "the toothless" who in her time was the special adviser and personal sorceress of the almighty ruler of Mu, before his fateful outcome .. .

Impy the wise pathfinder / Impy el sabio aventurero

He has been in so many places, visited so many ancient forests and cities and still he´s old as time its self... Impy has a natural love for travelling and finding new places and oportunities and you can rarely see him  standing 2 minutes in the same place.

One thing is for sure, he´s also a creature of contradictions and always decides two things at the same time. You can never get a clear answer from his lips. He can be wearing two different coloured socks, or none... he can wear a shirt and then change its colour at the very next second... with Impy you never know.

Tum Tum the hidden grass pixie / Tum Tum el escurridizo pixie de la maleza

Taking a short walk through the woods I found this little pixie lurking in the weeds.
It has an amazing ability to blend in with the surroundings and extraordinary speed to escape from predators.

Although I lacked the necessary equipment except for my camera, it has been relatively easy to find and engage him in conversation .
Apparently he's tired of living in the same place near the same stream and want to travel and see the world .

Fÿm Fastfingers, the messenger of Queen Maab / Fÿm el mensajero de la Reina Maab

One tip, if you find Fÿm around, keep your belongings in a safe place ... especially if you're eating a good cheese sandwich with capers, he loves them !.

Fÿm Fastfingers is a self starter. he will not hesitate to "borrow" each food, material or tool that is useful in any of his countless adventures ... and there are many, believe me.
You will not find in the world a Fae elf, sylph, pixie or kobold quickest, most agile and cunning than Fÿm ... so fast that the wind itself is jealous of his dancing feet that fly rather than run.

Melquíades a very wise library elf / Melquíades un duende de biblioteca muy sabio

I´ve taken long since I last updated the blog, sorry to everyone !! I´ve been working hard these days so I could finish some elves/goblins I had in mind... they came to visit the studio and got to dress them properly for their adoption !

Today I´m presenting you Melquiades, he´s a really wise guy and an awesome storyteller...

¡ Un elfo doméstico en mi dormitorio !

Encontré a este pequeñajo rebuscando entre mis calcetines viejos... sé que no debe ser agradable, pero según puedo entender por sus aspavientos y carcajadas para él debe ser como ir de compras a Zara en plena temporada de rebajas.

No he dudado en regalarle todos y cada uno de los calcetines llenos de agujeros, raídos o sin emparejar que he sido capaz de encontrar (aunque según dicen por ahí a los elfos no se les debe regalar ropa) a lo que su respuesta ha sido un contundente mordisco en el dedo del pie. No sé si será su forma de darme las gracias pero ha dolido...