"So By Pedigree, Not By Hemospectrum..." Stelle Explained Further, "All Trolls, Across The Multiverse,

living under heaven / Nao ARAI

A physician was quick to arrive and take Soldan to a dark room. Pain relievers were already prescribed, and then a treatment that acted similarly to medicines for allergic reactions, but for magic-related ills.

The reclined chair Soldan would be put into was part of a neutral-sensory chamber, allowing her to be properly sensory deprived.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.

Stelle straightened, "I thank His Excellency for inviting me." Stelle presented a velvet black drawstring back. "These are for you."

For the Queen,

A necklace crowned with fine diamonds. The gold shimmered with the moon's glow.

For the King, a ring of gold, only this particular ring was different as far as astronomy signs. This one was made for a larger scale of space and time.

"This has where this world is in this universe, and help map skies beyond what you see."

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!

All of the official promotional pieces/cover art I’ve done for the game(s), no logo version this time on Act 2′s. Everyone asks why is xefros so nervous? Who is he looking at? Well… hmm. I do wonder! 

"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."

"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."

Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."

"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"I remember a book, ah, I think you have it? The 'Moon's Lone Dreamer'? She is almost as if she stepped from it!"

This book was a Fairy Tale, illustrated and passed along families. A lonely maid from the Moon, appearing from nowhere and charming those around her.

The Pierrot Troll was sitting and talking to the young man, the two enjoying the company. He was a man of good standing and lineage, but Stelle? Mysterious.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

“I go to you at night along the road of dreams.”

— Ono No Komachi, excerpt of “My longing for you—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

"Why, thank you...." Stelle smiled, before a young man offered to cut in. Stellelooked a little lost, and looked to Edgar for guidance.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.