#maoren

After 9 hours of work i finished my drawing ! *cry* 

with photoshop and paint tool sai*

Fireworks littered the skies, exploding into tiny imitation stars that cascaded and faded out. The rooftop of his father's shop was a nice place to see the festivities. Ishai sat there with a jug of mead and his dearest friend next to him.

It was nice when Aeria was with him, but tonight, her parents had her on a short leash.

"One'uh these days... We're gonna build castles up there, Ishai. And we're gonna own the sky. Fuck the ground. We got wings, right? We belong up there." His companion gestured as he grunted, nearly spilling his own drink in the process. Ishai merely laughed. "And then, you... You 'n' Aeria can 'ave a gaggle'uh kids up there without her momsie and daddy knowin'."

"I think she and I will be fine, Maoren. But I appreciate the sentiment." He laid back against the roof and took another drink of mead. "The skies should be the last freedom in this world should we fall back to slavery."

"Aw, Ish. You think too much about that shit!" Maoren protested as he gulped down more alcohol. Before the night's end, they both would be back on the ground, retching and laughing from the tainted liquor.