On Swift Wings
Travelling through the Eastfold brought a burst of nostalgia, familiar rolling landscapes, the odd spur of craggy rocks, the low-level scrub and brush that marked the land as Rohan. It felt like returning home. The sun slowly climbing above the White Mountains, the golden light spilling across the grassland of Eastfold. She could follow the road with her eyes as it winded throughout the hillocks and hills, before vanishing into the shadows cast by the mountains above. The wind, while steady, wasn’t bitter. Even as it swept down from the White Mountains, across the rolling grassland, and into Rhosynel’s upturned face. Even the sun didn’t burn, bright, clear, and calm as it bathed the land in its light. Above, Ilmara gave a quiet whistle, and slowed her flight, coming to hover above Rhosynel for a moment, before gliding to the left. Trusting her bird more than her own eyes, she nudged Gwaedal off the road.
I am SO delighted with how this has come out! It's my first attempt at a 'painterly' background and boy howdy did I suffer loudly through it 😂 But what matters most is that I LOVE how it came out, especially once I got Rhosynel and Co. added to the image. I love doing line arts and colouring, so they were far more fun for me to do!
I'm really proud of how It's come out, so I hope you enjoy it too ❤️
Close ups below the cut!
