Hey folks! Life has been in a little upheaval recently, and as much as I’ve tried to not let it effect my posting schedule…obviously it has. Hopefully things are back on track now, but it has been making me think about my progress with the webcomic.

In February I passed the one year mark. When I started Seaflower, I didn’t plan on making it into a comic. It was an exercise in epistolary story telling, or making a narrative out of documents (newspaper clippings, memos etc.)

Overall, I think the comic is a much better way for me to tell this particular story. However, the earlier parts are still in their epistolary format, and I think that needs to change! so, for the next few weeks the ongoing comic will be on pause while I go back and fill in the gaps. There will still be a new comic every week, but they will be comic versions of those old early entries.

Let’s see how this goes!


F#47: Unidentified (Keeley wants to call it Flufferus Pufferus, please don’t let that happen.)


Keeley found this in the woods just outside of Revery (whilst she was on a routine trip to tag some migratory nightshade plants) and…well, we have no idea what it is.


If it’s a newly discovered entity, that would unfortunately mean she gets to name it- and she’s planning to go with ‘Flufferous Pufferous’, which is a terrible idea and must be stopped.


So I, Jesper Beattie, beseech you: do you recognise this creature? It seems to be young, and unable to fly much yet- we’re searching for a nest it might have fallen from.


(Whippet pictured for size)

F#46: Mewts/Pond Sirens

Starting mid-February and going on into early spring, waterways across the world come alive with the piping calls of the ‘pond siren’ or ‘mewt’, a freshwater fae.


Stories tell of the mewt confusing travelers in the dark and tricking them into falling in streams and ditches- if you hear a mewt crying, know that you are by a body of water.

Despite their fishy appearance, mewts are in fact mamals, and breathe out of the water- in the late winter you might spot one coming out to bask in the weak sunlight.


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