For some reason, I’ve been in the mood to draw Hornet and Pale today. It evokes a sweet feeling in me, but at the same time, there’s an unpleasant sense of Pale’s detachment, which comes from the mask he always wears. I’m sure he loved Hornet but didn’t realize it until the very end, when it was already too late. When he realized that what he was seeking wasn’t power or strength, but a family. And with his only truly living daughter—he let his chance slip away a long time ago by keeping her at a distance; even though Hornet was young and might not have noticed it then, later on, her father became too absorbed in himself. Where problems go unsolved, where the kingdom is perishing, where her mother lay bedridden in a magical, eternal sleep. And where anger gave way to silent contemplation of the Pale One. Where the castle became too heavy for mortals to comprehend, where beetles got lost and went mad while Hornet pressed on, unable to help the mortals. And where she saw how the Pale One literally became a shadow of his former self.

I'm continuing the fun with some random sketches

Just sketches of Hornet in white clothes (imagine if everything was in color, huh). Or at least a sketch of such clothes for the white palace. And little Hornet on her father's horns ❤️

“Broken looking glass”

“Broken looking glass”

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