Cyan waiting for the train, ready to give up his old life in favor of the new.
Some sketches from December. Blame the Sims. Always blame the Sims.
I’m coloring sketches I did last month.
“They finally reached a turn that broke the pattern of the city. A well-worn dirt road circled up to a set of stables on a hill. The sight of them, even in the dark, was welcoming.”
P.S.
I think my favorite thing right now is writing Cyan stumbling through conversations and trying to make it look like no big deal.The poor guy has the social graces of a rock.
I gathered some sketches from the past months and finally scanned them. (It’s the only thing my printer is good for now, but let’s not get into that here.)
Top batch is Even Keel, bottom is Star & Lionhearts / Fantasy Kai’J.
It looks like somebody’s got quagga on the brain.