#vaultborn

Some more Silksong art from me because I'm getting close to act 3 and I adore the game so much!!! I keep coming up with new ideas which I am so glad for because I've had slight art block recently - or at least, I'm not drawing as much as I'd like to.

funny!, they are my favorite character in silksong by a long shot! I made these dedicated drawings of them! My favorite is either the big detailed standing one, or the sleeping one. I can't decide.

Prompt: that one joke that was so bad it almost killed varric

“What grand cause are we risking our necks for now, Kait?” Varric didn’t bother looking up from his cards, but did glance at Kaitlyn briefly as she wiggled her way into a seat between himself and Isabela. 

“I just got here,” she replied defensively. “Why do you think I have some dangerous mission for us?”

“With that look, you either have a joke or you promised to help someone. And if you had a pun, you already would’ve said it.”

“He has a point, love,” Isabela hummed and placed a card down. 

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I was down at the docks today—”

“There’s a sailor lost at sea,” Isabela suddenly interjected. “And you promised to swim the seas until you found him.”

Varric snorted. “As well as the ship’s manifest from the bottom of the ocean, which is guarded by an ancient horror.”

“—and,” Kaitlyn raised her voice above theirs, “I overhead some sailors talking about these two blue and red ships.”

A small noise of disgust emanated from Isabela, accompanied with mutterings of who would paint their ships like that.

Kaitlyn continued on. “One of them said the ships crashed into each other.”

“Well that’s just shoddy sailing. Were they fighting each other?”

“I’m not sure. The last he heard, the survivors were marooned.”

Isabela started to respond, but found herself momentarily speechless. Varric finally lowered his cards and stared at Kaitlyn with a flat look, but the expression was only met with her slowly growing grin.

What ist this?! A smaller acolyte-?

Hi! Hoy! Woahg, you art tall! How do, fellow studente?

… Greetings most formal, tiny… vaultborn… Thou are small even for us. A runt, perhaps? Nay, just tiny and optimistic.

Our studies are well. Art thou’s own similar?

Yes! Yes-yes, we hast last finished Ulysses! Most profound fable so far.

Peculiar that we have not heard of that one…

…

… Art we an elder sibling, now?