When you need a post for January, that isn’t a scant picture of a moon goddess. Even if you really like that work. At least Tumblr didn’t take down my art.... Don’t want the internet to think I have a preference for drawing cute female characters, when those are just the character designs I feel like drawing lately.....
Demographics don’t lie, I have an even gender ratio in my writing; I spent three hours testing it. I do character demographics to make sure I have good inclusiveness. As someone with OCD, Microsoft Excel is actually a meditation tool.
Long story, much short: what I post online is only 1/5th of what I actually draw and write. Partially from depression and disabilities, and partially because of art block and lack of time.
Speaking of which; Lahahee is as old as this blog, and I have no idea why I drew her... Probably because I wanted to do an updated character concept, then liked the idea of drawing something pink.
Again, a lot of 2020 was dedicated to my short story book blog; so not as much time devoted to Molamola art and sketches I reserve for this blog.
Now that my writing has improved, how about one of those nice short stories no one reads? I am after all, an illustrator and concept designer.
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Lahahee wanted to be an explorer. She wanted to see all of Mola’mola, and recount her adventures to anyone she met. Lahahee wanted to be like Zin’taq, who was a famous explorer of the same nationality and race: Slnk D’em and Ven’itereea. She grew up on the outskirts of the crystal city within a mountain, Kortln, and though Ven’itereea has a lot to see, and may be considered exotic, it was not big enough. Mola’mola wasn’t big enough. She wanted to see more.
Lahahee ended up in Ederinson; in a collage dorm wit other students in their third ages trying to sort out life, and gain valuable experience in a new dimension. Ederinson was in the Ee’or Mol’a; where the souls reincarnate from. That is how the gods found a way to travel here, without death and amnesia. But Lahahee wasn’t exploring sights here, as she found herself exploring knowledge. the kind that comes form books, and not roads.
Lahaee took classes to help her in her field as a nomad: outdoors skills, languages, casting magic ect. And she shared most classes with her Mola’mola peers. In friendship, Lahahee observed them ad their cultures with curiosity. She was getting a feel for what she might see on her ventures in Mola’mola. But the most intriguing thing Lahahee found, was not from another realm or nation, but a boy who grew up in her neck of the woods.
Jakom No’sai’sa’oon, came to Ederinson to be a better warrior to work in law enforcement. He wanted to be a hero like his father, who died saving him from assault as a boy. Jakom was missing his wings; which was only noticeable to Lahahee, because she had seen Shjua D’em men before. However, by the time Jakom was halfway through a semester of combative and casting training, he realized he was a lover, and not a fighter. Taking advantage of the resources at the inter-realm institution, Jakom decided he wanted to be an ethical gentleman of the night. The licenses were incredibly strict in Ven’itereea; or anywhere in Mola’mola for that matter. The industry was more regulated then food services. People didn’t do that work out of desperation in Mola’mola, they did it out of passion for entertaining.
Lahahee liked Jakom. Thye spent time together often, sharing heritage and all. Jakom began to return her affections, but didn't get far. If it wasn’t for his career choice, Lahahee would have taken his hand on the spot. Which was about to become her greatest regret. She couldn’t be with someone she loved, if she knew they would be performing for someone else; even if it wasn’t the same. People are not who they are on stage, even if they love it. But Lahahee was slow to realize that.
When everyone went back to Mola’mola, as the pek nee’ei revolution began, Lahahee got to travel Molamola. However it wasn’t what she imagined. It was beautiful and full of wonder, but it was also lonely. After five years alone, she went to the Pek Sigrin, a Kranix dinner theater, where Jakom worked. She kept returning. Like her idol Zintaq, who kept returning for the Pek Sigrin’s owner Sa’oon tracker of souls, Lahahee kept coming back to watch Jakom dance, and make small talk. Jakom would see her, or be notified she was there, and would be her waiter every time. Months between reunions quickly turned into only days before they would meet again.
When the revolution was over, twenty years later, Lahahee had seen all she wanted of Mola’mola. She went back to her hometown of Kortlin Venitaree, with Jakom; her hnz soul mate. They had undergone a binding ceremony, realizing neither civil war, nor occupation, would keep them apart. With nothing to fear, Lahahee and Jakom returned home, to live with his mother, and had two young children with them. It took patience, and they may have started late, but they loved each other and their family. Settled down completely, Jacom wanted to start his own establishment. Lahahee wanted to see what would happen if she appreciated staying still with someone you love, instead of leaving to the next destination. Between them, Lahahee got the genuine feelings from backstage, and for her children got the stories of adventure she made to share.