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So I did a thing! Inspired by a conversation I had with ookaookaooka about ... well, I'm sure you remember what it was about.
I'm super proud of this piece! Especially considering that it was drawn over a few days. Yaay! Art!
If you don't get the title, you haven't spotted it yet. (To the people who have, please tell me how well I hid it. It was kind of a balance. Didn't want to make it too hard.)
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After finishing that elemental deck, I am back to making larger paintings at least now and then. I have been captured in the land of fanart though, it seems.
I am not sure how the idea appeared, but I thought a lot while making this painting. And the idea of drawing Raven in a light setting was appealing, since it's not often you get the opportunity, but the impression the bit of Azarath I've seen gave me was that of a very light place. So I took the bits and pieces that I could remember about Raven's childhood, and what I saw of her home and her family, and began thinking. I think she's about ten years old here?
There wasn't much to do. Azarath was not a place for a child, and the monks were not knowledgeable on care of children. But the mother was clearly not able to take care of the little one herself - which was understandable - and there were nowhere else they could go. Which was also understandable.
So they took them in. Not knowing what they'd get or what would happen, they took them in and gave them a home. They could have gotten a miscevious little devil or a raging beast, there was no way they could have known, but they took the chance.
She was nowhere what they had prepared themselves for, though. She was a careful, quiet child who didn't demand much. She had her occassional temper tantrums, like every child has, and in the process broke most things around her, but it was nothing compared to what they could have got. She wanted to learn, she didn't wish to hurt anyone.
They did what they could. They learned her to control herself by going through method after method, finally figuring out how she could keep her powers in check with meditation. They learned her to read, because there was not much else to do for a girl in a monastery with no other young people around. And they ended up caring for the little one, with her shy face and eagerness to learn, her concentrated self and her calm spirit.
But she was also a bright little one, and she could sense things. She knew, somehow, what they couldn't forget when they took her in the garden to get some sunlight, when they pulled out books they thought she would enjoy, and when they, after the sun has gone down and everyone said goodnight and began to make the way back to ther rooms, found her in the library, curled up behind a bookshelf with the complete register of dragon species across dimensions under her head as a hard-edged pillow, and lifted her small, fragile body and carried her to her room.
She was going to destroy the world. And she could feel it, even though she didn't know. And one day, she asked.
Why, hello there! I'm Sasiadragon, but you can call me Starfog, too. Or Flame, my older friends do that. I don't mind :3 I'm a young girl, a bit more than fifteen, but I are often mistaken for being older, and I don't mind talking with people either younger or older than me. I was born into a family of artists, and I've been drawing and painting for longer than I remeber. A few years ago, I took a class in how to draw what you see, and since that, my art have really developed. It is first recently that I've become really satisfied with what I do, though, yet I have lots to learn and appreciate each and every critique you could have for me!
Before I became more confident with my art, I mostly used my time on commenting on other people's works. I try my best to leave comments that makes a difference, and I do think I manage to now and then.
I still use time on commenting, though a little less than before. Now I concentrate more on my own works, but I still love to talk, so feel free to leave a message on my profile.
I do not thank for watches, faves or llamas, but I want you to know that every single of them means something to me, and everytime you add my works to your favourites, I become more motivated to draw, as I see that somebody likes what I do, everytime someone adds me to their watch, I become even more motivated to make more and better works. So thanks!
I do however answer all the comments I get, and I really like chatting ^^
No need to thank for faves and watches, but you're welcome to if you want ^^ I'm just thanking for the art you're showing to me and the world.