Kin Draws

Help, I'm working on a sunset lily dragon and can't decide if I should go with a graceful lovely winged design or a more goobery crustacean. Which would you pick?

(The stamens look so much like eyestalks to me I couldn't help trying the crabby idea and now I cannot be objective)

The difference the years make...

            There’s a sharp intake of breath, the sound of metal-laced footsteps, and warm hands take his face, fluttering over his skin.

            “Amatus,” Dorian breathes, pitched up in worry. His fingers comb restlessly through the downy crop across Swan’s scalp. “You cut your hair!”

            Swan just sways there. No words could express the breadth of his emotions. Relief, to see his love--revulsion, as well. Shame. Confusion. And grief, always grief.

            He can hear Varric ushering people--and Hawke’s mabari--out of the room, and the muffle of their voices after the door is dragged shut. Dorian’s anxiety continues to grow, but his magister sensibilities have begun to check his behavior. Fingers trembling lightly, he steps back, taking Swan’s hands in his own. When he brings them to his mouth to kiss them, a wave of grief crashes into Swan at the memories this simple action brings back. All those times, all those kisses. It feels a hundred years gone, though it’s only been a matter of months.

            He’s no longer the person he was then.

Words can't do justice to how surreal and amazing this month has been. To everyone who has supported the Floral Dragons: I am beyond grateful. It's easy to feel discouraged and undervalued as an artist in recent times, so the excitement around this project I poured my heart into has truly been transformative.

My goal has always been to make people happy with my art, and it feels like my dreams are coming true. I hope that you will all continue to share your ideas and the campaigns you want to run, and that the dragons will bring as much joy to your tables as you have given me.