#clarys

Cartoon Network Palette Color

Okay, creo que era un poco obvio para mi que terminaría si o si haciendo este reto, cartoon network siempre fue mi canal de caricaturas favoritos, si buen no me gusta como esta el canal recientemente, Cartoon Network fue mi infancia y eso nadie me lo quita nadie. (〜￣▽￣)〜

Además, quería dibujar este estilo sin líneas y paleta decolores especifica, y me gusto mucho el resultado, adoro como quedaron mis niñas. \(@^0^@)/

A Re-Introduction to Fury’s Reign | Characters of Iera’s POV

Lady Clarys Rolligan, The Queen’s Shadow

[Excerpt from Iera I]

Lady Clarys Rolligan, a highborn Saropian woman who'd lived in the palace courts since she was thirteen years old, had been her most trusted advisor and protector since she'd found herself thrown into the many complicated affairs of royalty some ten years ago. She owed her her life, and now she owed her thanks.

“My Lady,” she said with a genuine smile, reaching for her hand—which was given, “words cannot express how grateful I am for your presence here today.”

The Lady Clarys did not smile, for the Lady Clarys did not often smile, though she did bend her body into a well-practiced curtsy.

“It is my charge and my honour,” she said, then—in a lower voice, “Lady Lavinia has been watching you since the moment you entered.”

It was no surprise to her. The Lady Lavinia was less well-practiced in hiding her contempt, nor was she subtle in her arrogance.

“I don't think there's been a moment since we met that she hasn’t,” Iera said with an airy laugh. “How else is she to know when I'm least on my guard? The fact that I have yet to find poison in my cup is the greater wonder.”

Clarys chewed at her bottom lip, eyes fiercely fixed on Lavinia.

“No, astonishing though it may be, she seems to be one of the only ones in this cursed court that hasn't attempted on your life.”

Iera picked a flute of wine from a passing servant, bringing it to her lips and taking an indulgently large sip. Clarys already held a glass of her own, and if she looked hard enough she could see the many litter of faint scars lining her hands and fingers—remnants of battles fought in Iera's honour. And those just the ones she knew of.

“Don't give up on her yet,” she joked, though not even wine could wet the dryness in her throat. “Perchance all she needs is time.”

Feliz Año Nuevo A Todos!

Este año si que fue una montaña rusa, gane y perdí muchas cosas, pero aun así siempre estaré agradecida con todo lo que me dio este año y espero que el 2022 sea un año mejor!