“Grass wasn't supposed to be purple, for one thing. And – the sky was dark, but there was far too much light, and – he peered upwards – not only did it seem to flicker like a candle flame, but the stars were far too big. Like glow-worms on a cave ceiling rather than the tiny pinpricks of light that usually studded the sky. And at regular intervals, almost like a grove of curated trees, bookcases rose towards the sky – taller than anything reasonable. What sort of creature in the Underdark dreamt of such a skewed land?” -- Writing by @starbats
I didn’t realize how small my canvas was until the last second (oops) but here’s a quick painting of my D&D character’s sister, Adularra, in her dreamscape. She dreams of the surface, but can never quite get it right, no matter how many times she’s seen it through her crystal ball.
