“Having trouble, bridgeboy?” Adolin asked, trotting up. Kaladin glanced at the princeling. Stormfather, but it was difficult not to feel tiny when riding beside that monster of Adolin’s. Kaladin tried to kick his horse faster. She kept clopping along at her one speed, walking around the circle here that was a kind of running track for horses. “Spray might have been fast during her youth,” Adolin said, nodding at Kaladin’s mount, “but that was fifteen years ago. I’m surprised she’s still around, honestly, but she seems perfectly suited for training children. And bridgemen.”
Painted in Procreate with my watercolour brushes.
Indignant Kal being stormfaced, and insufferable Adolin being gorgeous. 😂
I couldn’t help but notice THIS resemblance:
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