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Lil Cassandra practice
wind chill
Was practicing drawing cartoon limbs yesterday, and these two spawned on my canvas.
No idea what to do with them, so yall can have them now.
I haven't stopped thinking about these two since 2017
When the art turns spicy!!
Today an exercise in realism.
Morgan, once a month, sitting on their roof gazing up at the Silver Sigils on the skin of the Bazaar, telling a story of a mariner, a Traveller who once loved so much and lost so much.
"What does the Silverer dream about?" asked someone in mockery.
But Morgan cannot shake this question out of their head.
Golden hair, sun upon the sea.
Endless chases and youthful adventure.
Kisses never given. Touch never felt.
Deep blue eyes, like the ribbon that ties their unruly hair.
"Tell me, Eleonor" they ask the Bazaar.
"What does this Silverer dream about?"