“Can you dance, Sir Volmarek?” Kyria asked. Sir Volmarek tilted his helmeted head towards her.
“I suppose we shall find out,” he said and took her tiny hand in his much larger one as he spun her gently on the spot, “At any rate, I suggest you stand on my feet. To avoid me crushing yours,” he laughed.
I haven’t drawn these two in way too long, so it was about time I revisited them. Kyria and her stoic, but loyal guard, Sir Volmarek are heading off to the OC Winterball hosted by @faebelina in their shiniest outfits <3














