#trixleei

[evelyn-foresis]

Was supposed to post on actual solstice on Dec 22nd, but I was on the road! Just like Akar, I carry one the winter/summer solstice pictures!

Trix, the Moon of Molamola, playing the song of dreams across the lake. Original in Tombow marker and ballpoint pen, on ink paper. Scanned, cleaned, and background added, in CLIP Studio paint.

[evelyn-foresis]

along with my annual holiday pic of akar with festive lights, in recent years I also draw Trix(the moon/sleep/night deity) for the winter solstice. And well, bake lavender pancakes served with whip cream and sprinkles like the polytheist I am.

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Each zin has a prophet. to carry their word, to run their home temple, to spread their aura. The prophets are their most treasured and dedicated worshipers, one per zin. To Trix, her prophet Aldrin is new to the game but the only person of non-divinity she will speak to. The land she cursed with night is partially ruled by the words she gives Aldrin. Aldrin is however nothing like her; he is timid quiet and kind, loyally serving a chaotic evil deity.

Even so Trix is vital to Molamola, turning the world to give night and day, her song giving sleep and dreams. because of this she has an annual ceremony that is celebrated outside of Tamixreea, but with lesser enthusiasm. Trix’lee’ai, the winter solstice counterpart of Ex’leeai for her brother the sun. on first second of night candles are lit and blown out with a wish before bed. in some ways, one might find it odd to pay respects to an immortal light being who can make you sleep and has no problem killing you in your sleep, or giving you nightmares for kicks....maybe that is incentive to some....

[evelyn-foresis]

Trix, the moon of Molamola, for Winter Solstice 2024. off by 24 hours, because It was quite chaotic yesterday.

I Love the summer solstice because I like the sun and warmth; but it is a harbinger day symbolizing good times will soon end. However, the Winter solstice is an omen of longer days to come. It is a time of wishes and rest. Indigo like winter and midnight, and hues of lavender and white for the stars; and on rare occasions, a hauntingly crisp moon.

In Molamola, Trix walks the longitudes of the world, turning the plant, and bringing day and night. Her thankless isolating job, regulates the ebbs and flows of nature; Climate, tide, and sleep. Her music begets sleep, and melody shapes dreams. A belt of sterling silver, holds a lute, flute, or zither; With two daggers. Beneath her star woven cloak, she may wander in silence; Her voice unknown to waking mortals. But she will always beam as the ethereal midnight lamp.

On the longest night, Trix has time to pause and visit anyone she walks. If she senses the blown out candle of a prayer, she will visit that lucky soul as they drift off; And grant their wishes regarding sleep and dreams for the next year.

I tried some new stuff for this picture (like I do each year) and it looked better in my head. Can paint holographic fabric; will travel.

Mediums: ballpoint pen, smooth ink paper, rendered in CLIP Studio Pro.