#eeda

Eeda in white working wear and formal makeup: Pentalic: paper for pens, 1.0M black pen, Tombow markers, and colour adjustments done in Photoshop.

“Eeda is a Set-Broja, of house Pek’ex (Red Sun), who  weave the nations flooring. Seta, the nation on pillars, was already a unique place, but a specific inevitability is what will transformed Seta in Eeda’s lifetime; More so then a global revolution.”

Since I’ve completed a meaningless project of three novels on my literary blog (Tales of Ealden Cynedom), I thought my projects should return to this little OG blog. perhaps a similar thing, but Molamola based, since I’ve leveled up? I always provide a story at the end of each work of art anyway, but this time I want to put something polished stuff on here. To say the least, the story that goes with this illustration, and it’s collection, needs some polishing...

 He was a bundle of joy. 

 There was no other like him. 

 But for everybody else it had been just an awful cirumstance. I knew my brother wasn’t perfect, he was far from that. There were days when his stuborness put me in a very bad mood to the point when I wanted to spit on him but he was my blood and I could do something to bring him back to life, I would still do it.

People were whispering and covering their mouth expressions with their hands, but it wasn’t more than some distant awful news and a terrible loss. I knew when they went home, their life, routines, work life went on and well life goes on... Nobody wasgoing to understand I had lost the only person who understood me in this world we’re living - a world where days passing by and minutes ticking.. “

Finally rendered this marker sketch. The BG was difficult because the design is so busy, but I’m glad to post again.

Bromei, a personal favorite design for a charming supporting charcter!

 p.s. if you choose to read the story, which no one does, my twin advised i should mention the wording may be insensitive to people with genetic disabilities as myself. As someone who has a genetically originating disability or two like some of my characters, I feel little shame in making self-depreciating comments via my characters humorously. I am aware this topic is not funny because I live it. If you don’t, laugh you cry.

Additionally I think having characters in fiction that have such features that do not effect quality of life, they have accepted it into a positive light, get happy endings, not just there to fill a diversity quota and are not defined by such characteristics, is important.

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The RedSun house (pek'ex) was one of the richest if not most peculiar families in Seta. They had an absurd monopoly on a culturally required trade few people dare to voluntarily be employed in. carpet making. Mats specifically. Perhaps the mother of the house found it pleasant in a way some old ladies find cross stitch groups. This family tradition was nationally relevant given Seta has a mixed bag of Far East architecture. This wealth was also humorously presented with their house. Which was the biggest. It was an egregious 18 floor red and black pagoda which one could see from any point in the nation. Surrounded by equally lucrative orchards of cherries and a special tea referred to as “peace tea”, used in formal and spiritual traditions. The family was known for this. and also their repugnant behavior; hugging each other hello and goodbye, holding hands in public, giving their children the talk, not beating their children, sharing bedrooms, paying a hermit to paint beautiful watercolors of the sea on their paper walls, wearing colorful seizure inducing fine silk robes, singing during random daily activities, not drinking tea, spending their spoils on business investments and collage funds. Disgusting.

After Seta fell from its skyline pillars to the sea that they feared, many families with dead loved ones are now  separated by death, were broken in heart. The population and housing crisis required international aid. And this families expertise in efficiantly supplying building materials to those in need who had no choice but to fork it over was comodity. Imports would be cheaper on occasion, but also uncouth and culturally offensive to their aesthetic. Setan people are very stubborn about traditions, and culturally obtuse compared to the rest of Molamola. To the wonder of the international communities. The RedSun house, with their pagoda and gardens restored now weaved a considerable amount mats that sold like hotcakes while housing their mourning servants. The mother of their eldest son's bride & bride who had died in the collapse, that boy who they only employed because he was their sons friend and was persistent at a time when they needed a servant. And that other deaf boy who was a humble cherry picker that couldn't get a break. He was so cute and sweet. Everyone agreed to keep him like a cat that strolled in to their yard from the streets. He was also the son’s friend from school.

Too many young bachelors in this nut house required immediate re-betrothal of all six. Their oldest son, Eeda, wed a kind cosmetics business woman, Phlox, from Lallo; wherever that vulgar land was. In reality they were ecstatic he had a foreign wife to love him and provide healthy grandchildren. Their younger boy, Jeeko, had been unfortunately betrothed to a girl who abused him. Spoiled brat because she was coddled for her genetic disabilities pertaining to bone brittleness. Which is not an excuse because everyone in Seta is the result of the founder’s effect and has something recessive that they shouldn’t. Despite the necessity of the matchmakers to curb inbreeding while keeping their nations population afloat, no pun intended, they were greatly mistaken pompous methodical gremlins. In this families passionate and completely accurate opinion. They took jeeko back home and considered a mail order bride. Jeeko is a cupcake and deserved better then what any matchmaker could impose.

The other two boys, their servants Hyogeekgyo(cherry picker) and Bromei(domestic worker), were also in need of new wives. Had they even had been betrothed before the collapse, which they weren’t. Bromei was half nasisis broja, making him mixed blood and genetically valuable, and thus a good match for anyone.  he was to be betrothed last. And Hyogeekgyo so genetically insulting, any woman of the land would dilute his genes to produce possibly viable offspring. Recently widowed identical twins, ironically also a cherry picker and servant, were assigned. Well technically Tadedana was a tea picker, but that’s irrelevant. The matchmakers hated identical twins. Twins were rare, but also genetically identical and inseparable, how do we get them unrelated men in the same house together? A rich family with two young men in desperate need of feminine taming would suffice.

Their parents were not told due to the RedSun’s reputation. They thought they were getting a good job and couple broken teacups to fix. Which is the opposite of what happened; naturally as the result of a prudent conservative church state nation. Cultures pressuring people to deprive themselves \ often leads to more sinful action in private ocassions. These lovely girls earned there room and board while attempting and succeeding in distracting their betrothed male coworkers for their civic duty of population restoration. All the youth enjoyed pelting rocks at each other if caught off duty in courtyard. The four boys were a disgrace to their nation. Their parents were so proud. And the parents of the house “knew nothing” of any shenanigans because they only saw there servants and sons at dinner. They were always in the pagodas mid floor workshops supposedly always making mats together like a proper married couple. The view from those upper rooms was not good for enforcing obligations on youth. That was the point. But then again those psychedelic clothes were most obvious. Maybe everyone pretended no one knew so dinner conversations were purposely more awkward.