motes and rust

Nnnnngg I was gonna sit on this for a few more days but I'm tired of working on it @_@

Inspiration finally struck, not like a ton of bricks but rather more like being hit by flies while you're sticking your head out of a window on the parkway. Tiny little flecks of previously living-insect gunk you have to wipe off and move on.

What?

Solais reading in a storage room, during her time in Ensanctyse. She dislikes her teacher and is frustrated with the books she has to read (teenagers! feh!) and so sneaks off to find her own private places to read. The store-room is full of old junk no one wants to look at anymore - a statue of one of Cassandrah's daughters or perhaps a grand-daughter (doesn't matter, tis broken and Not Cassandrah, therefor not so important to the people in this age.) old frayed tapestries, wall and window hangings with awkward pictures like pregnant Cassandrah on the battlefield. Bits of other crap as well. Solais finds it well enough to read in, and she can get away for a bit from Sabetha.

Ohhhhhhh there's more to this picture too but that's only for me to know c:

This was.. big and sorta experimental. I wish I had the skillz with filters and layers and shit other people do, but I'll just have to work with what I know.

Here are some closeups:
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Photoshop, with oC3 rearing it's disgruntled face occasionally as well.
solais is mine, wev~~