#mol

Since Cats is still my favorite musical and coincided with my first phase of being obsessed with predators, many of my characters are inspired by them.

Priscilla as Cassandra

Mol as Mungojerrie

Ro as Rumpleteazer

Laja as Victoria

Mol and Ro don't have their redesigns yet, but they will get them eventually. Below are links to the other characters.

featuring Mayhew, my gnome Tav who was a hit with the tiefling kids (perhaps because they don't have to look up to him heheheh)

I learned this run that the kids will SPRINT ACROSS THE GROVE to admire your bird familiar if you summon it there, which was cuter than words could describe

She keeps whistling, jaunty as a bird, as she squeezes under the jammed stone door west of Auntie's stall. Wouldn’t want it to look like she’s going because the big man told her to.

“Zevlor!” She grins and ducks past Tilses, who’s standing guard for some reason. It’s not like the city’s paying her anymore. “Heard you made Aradin kiss the ring. Or was it the other way round?”

Tilses’ face twists. Easiest mark in camp. “You guttersnipe—”

“Tilly.”

The voice that stops Tilses short still has a calm, commanding ring. Even Mol looks up, brows raised, half-expecting to see the Rider of Elturel. But it’s just Zevlor, hunched over his missives and maps, who’s got the saggy look of a strong man starving.

“You know why you’re here,” he says. He pins her with a flat, burning stare: the sort that had once made soldiers straighten up, strike their breastplates, sir-yessir. “Keep the other children out of your schemes. You’re going to get them killed.”

Mol beams at him. “Not if you do first.”

Drawing practice~