So now all I can think about is an AU or future setting of Deltora where barrier moths are selectively bred with pronoun patters… and trained to spit poison at people who refer to the one they’re sitting on incorrectly.
Remember that moment in Shifting Sands where they found the outlines of the gold coins and wondered what creature could have made the strange tracks, and that it was probably some kind of terrifying potential guardian that didn't even fear the sand beasts- those were some good times
This is Doom's pov, because my god I can't forgive these book for not having some kind of moment adressing Doom's feeling about Dain being the traitor.
How betrayed Doom must've felt. How much it had hurt to be stabbed in the back by someone you cared for, who you protected both from dangers and from cold harsh truth. Someone you trusted more than anyone. Someone who you saw almost as your son.
How it probably made Doom's trust issues so so much worse.
But how Doom still can't help but grieve for Dain. Not just because of literal death. But a metaphorical one. For him Dain died as soon as he revealed himself as a spy.
I overestimated how long it would take me to draw that so I'm late again o(-(
I hope this isn't too confusing but this drawing is meant to represent how Doom's memory of when he first met Dain, how he found him at burned down farm, is destroyed, replaced by Dain's betrayal. It was all a calculated act to make Doom take pity on this poor boy, to make Doom trust him.
I tried to make it look something like a photo of a memory burning away revealing the truth of the current moment
