Words for Wednesday -- Fodspor

So sorry everybody, this is a repost of the old one. Every time I opened and closed blog editor, this post was given a new name. I copied the comments into the bottom of this post.

  The prompts for this Wednesday are, as all January, given to us by Hilary Melton-Butcher. The prompts and a lot of other information about this challenge can be read over at Elephant's Child's blog.

The general idea is to make us write and read what others wrote, and cheer along the other participants.

  This is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true, therefore: Please, remember to follow their links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.  

  Surprisingly I continue my story from here.
You can read all of the story (as much as there is) via the tab Fodspor on top of this page.
Some time has passed, but not more than a few weeks.  Once again I took up the additional challenge of using the words in the order they were given.

     The prompts are:
Brick
Folly
Carapace
Hessian
Snowdrop
Grizzly
    And/or
Illustrator
Violet
Ailment
Twigs
Eureka
Dinkum

Paul the painter felt that he was just another brick in the wall in the academy. So many had already been studying here, painted, gone home and never left a mark. It was folly to think it would be any different for him. He shut the carapace on his feelings of loneliness and futility and pulled the covers snugly around him, the hessian tapestry of the wall in the room was dusty, itchy and smelly.
But the teaching on painting of snowdrops wax excellent, he could learn so much from the grizzly teacher - tomorrow was another day.

Anders the monk-to-be looked at the front page of the book on Latin language, he was reading in disgust. The illustrator clearly had not read the book. The house was not supposed to be violet. To make things worse, the man on the cover was grey bearded, and looked like he suffered from seven different ailments. Not to speak of the twigs ... Eureka! Anders thought to himself. I'll go and ask Paul to make dust jackets for my books next time I am allowed into town. He's a dinkum painter. Anders smiled at the word; one of his co-novices was an Australian, speaking a funny English and an atrocious German. Well, they all had to speak Latin soon. Better keep on studying.


And slow me just discovered that there is a good-natured competition going on at Elephant's Child's blog, using all  two times six word in a sentence or two. I had to give it a try.

First set:
Snowdrops and carapaces is pure folly in a Hessian garden according to the grizzly brick layer.

Second set:
Eureka, said the illustrator, the violet twigs will offset the name of these ailments; Dinkum?

COMMENTS
messymimi 20. January 2022 kl. 01.36
It sounds like a beautiful friendship and partnership is about to form.

River 20. January 2022 kl. 03.03
This is really nice, Paul gets to be an illustrator of book covers :)

Elephant's Child 20. January 2022 kl. 04.50
This is lovely. Anders supporting Paul is a truly lovely touch.

Charlotte(MotherOwl) 21. January 2022 kl. 09.29
Thank you all. I have, and have had for several years (decades even) the outline of this story in my head. It yearns to be written.

lissa 21. January 2022 kl. 17.34
Dinkum is a great word - you used this and the other words well.
Have a lovely day.