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Hello! I am a recent college grad and aspiring Freelance Artist. I love drawing my original characters and visualizing concepts from their stories.
Currently my personal projects include: writing a sci-fantasy novel series about a narcoleptic, psychic teenager helping people lost in another world get home; a sci-fi slice of life comic about elemental powers and the government that employs (exploits) them; being a traditional gallery artist; and starting a jewelry line, among other things.
The world is a really big place, and I'm just trying to figure out my place in it.
Small bean in a big garden
A Hop Skip and Jump Away [text]
The Gate was there, same as it always was, suspended in the sky and shining red with the heat of the Dunes of Mornell. Today was different, though, and the sight of the golden structure brought a wave of anxiousness that Vera was intimately familiar with.
Lately, the lulling scenes of sand and rock were tainted by flashing lights and dark clouds. News of unrest carried on the winds, whispered around her in voices that tried not to carry. They failed.
Something was happening, had started happening only just after she arrived.
Whatever it was could be related to whatever brought her there in the first place, or even the key to her getting home, for all she knew. She had to do something, had to try at least, despite the uncertainty. Casey's disembodied voice, telling her how much her decision-making skills were lacking, was not wanted, but was appreciated nonetheless.
The matron of the home fretted over her the day before she was to leave, and saw her off the morning of with a tear
Backward glance [text]
Don't look back, Casey cautioned, and Vera jumped despite herself. She thought she had gotten used to their psychic connection by now, but apparently not. Vera's shoulders were drawn almost to her ears, staring ahead at the Dunes and knowing that she had to go. Now.
Despite knowing in her gut that it was unwise, she took a deep breath, and on the exhale, turned to look at the Canopies of Leilan one last time. Her stomach was still in knots as she turned away again, but now the sight of her temporary home was burned into her mind like a reassurance.
We'll be here when you get back, it seemed to say, and Vera stepped through the Gate with squared shoulders and a determined smile.