#adyan

Morphing can be addictive! This is really ideal for bringing faces to life.

Recently morphed for Adyan and Hajar’s respective face-casts.

Adyan: Viktor Tsoi and Evgeniy Sangadzhiev (Kalmyk)-corresponds to coded ethnicity

Working with Adyan is exceedingly rewarding- he’s become a favorite in such a remarkably brief time.

A short comic of Adyan summoning the heavens/forces to channel the full extent of lightning’s power into his sword’s blade.

Being a (half) djinni of the storm element from a prestigious clan, he himself does posses and contain the power of lighting within his form, but to channel it to a great extent and wield it in precision requires a certain discipline and rigid protocol- he can’t go about haphazardly hurling lightning bolts or whacking away with his sword or darting arrows at anyone he pleases.

Hajar apprehensive and crestfallen over Adyan’s impetuous marriage proposal.

While Adyan blissfully rambles about the plans for their new life and building a home, Hajar panics, fearing this marriage (she hasn’t comprehend the concept fully) and “home” will be like a slave bond (marriage) and being trapped in a vessel (home).

Six years after Dzhirgen’s birth, the boy has grown into a lively, spirited, eager-to-please lad.

He inherited traits from his parents in looks as well- he has his mother’s brilliant peacock-hued, iridescent hair and bright eyes, but has features similar to his father’s.

After proving to his father, Adyan, in a rite of passage, that he (Dzhirgen) can well ride into the higher on a steed of lightning, his parents tease him a bit before they give their consent that their son accompany his father and “uncle”(godfather) into his (Dzhirgen’s) first journey into the higher heavens.

Some days, she would look at her hands as though they were not her own- how could it be that she, who only a month before, had incinerated a city to ashes and its people charred skeletons, healed a warrior and honored a soul for eternity?

When Adyan asked her where she would go, she answered she wanted to stay with him. She wanted to be with him so he could teach her all that could be taught- she wanted to feel as she did when she healed him and when she lit the star. Could he teach her more?

Hajar knew that when lips move upward and the eyes gleam, it meant something called happiness. Surely Adyan had happiness, for his sternly frowning lips turned upwards and his sharp eyes shone when she gave her answer.

He then took her hand and pledged they would be... he called it friends. She was uncertain of what this meant, but he assured her it was like what the weaver and his family were to her, but greater.

Hajar never held hands with a grown mortal- even the weaver and his wife feared and flinched from touching her. The children had touched her hands, but were upbraided by their elders and ceased.

Adyan’s hold was firm yet gentle. She liked the feeling of his hands pressed over her hand. When he loosened his hold, she grabbed both his hands and held them- it felt equally as good.