“Rowen stood tall next to me, gritting his teeth against the sound. His eyes, while clouded by

“Rowen stood tall next to me, gritting his teeth against the sound. His eyes, while clouded by the white mist of magic, twinkled like they had before the Scourge emerged from the sea. Instead of averting his glance, he kept trained on his opponent, focusing on the best place to hit the beast and slow the destruction of Ashirel City.”From a story I’m working on! Orianne and her father/magjistar Rowen on the battlefield. Sometimes I need to draw scenes to get into the swing of things.   -- source link

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