The calm rush of water wakes you, the smell of lush vegetation and ozone filling your senses. Even the ground is cool to the touch, and yet the air is warm and comforting, as if to encourage your lack of direction. A small voice beckons you, and you turn slowly to face it, sensing surprise but no danger. An odd little creature, perched upon a branch, glances sidelong at you, a small smile on his mouth. "The rain comes not every day, you know," he explains as if you and he were conversing earlier. "The cleansing effects are the very best reason to put your best foot forward. Remember that." And without another word of explanation, he flutters off, satisfied.
was offering to draw butter-furs, and she told me to put my pencil where my mouth was when I said I'd draw my own regardless. Truth be told, I was only too glad too! This was a great deal of fun. I love fantasy things like this. Tools: Mechanical pencil, click-eraser, and one orange highlighter. PS: No jokes about being a 'fairy,' faggots. :| x)
