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Quain's Elements of Anatomy (Vol. III - Part II - 1895). Found in the Internet ArchivtaNH
I really liked these two but I’m also kind of glad they’re dead.
Watercolor and a little ink.
I....I...I’m really sorry, that’s not kind of picture what I always made for tumblr... but...but...ohmygod xD But Luna asked me to submit here xD The whole thing is started with a talk about our ship: Quaintana and Sabbror xD And I was just like “I think they would made perfect breed. I just imagined when Octobear born Quain’s child would born too at the same time, and the nurses come with a cute, lovely pretty baby Octobear, and then.... they would bring Quantiana’s child.... with THIS GAZE. Sorry again xD Really xD I’m off x”D
NYAHAHAHAHAHAAA! Sorry, I was so angry, and I can't leave that sketch like that >BI So, Quain and Sabbror again with colors, hahh! I think Quain now much better and prettier than the previous sketch. I hope you like it too! Here one of my favourite shipping xD
"This stays between us." [Quain]
"Um...what stays between us? Have we done something wrong?" he wondered, looking at the prankster.
Gee, Loren, I'm beginning to feel we're being left out. No one cares about us since we've done the boring thing and stayed alive all this time. No miraculous return from the grave for us, so we're not worth hugging.
Quain, Scent of Magic by Maria V. Snyder