Some gorgeous art for an epic tale of adventure!
Isabela had forgone her usual gold choker and tunic, and instead wore a form-fitting silk dress, royal blue trimmed with gold… It had a high neck with a collar and yet the precise tailoring and tight-fitting silk left her arms exposed. Instead of her customary leather gloves and shoulder armor, her dusky skin was bare save for a number of jewel-encrusted gold bracelets at her wrists. The pirate was stunning; Hawke couldn’t tear her eyes away.
From the party scene of Eating Lionfish.
Do you raise your eyes to the heavens and pose too?
Of course. It would be a pointless endeavor without the posing.
I’M JAVERT. DO NOT FORGET MY NAME. DO NOT FORGET ME.
I am twofold jealous. I wonder how my cookies stack up against those?
Two different worlds, my dear. Cookies from the homeland are flavored with nostalgia and warm, fuzzy bliss. Whereas your cookies are sinful delights.
Hello, my lovelies. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t thought too much about this week’s derriere before. I was never much for the fantasy tales of the future and all that, and I only have a bit of a cursory familiarity with the mythos of “Erect Mass” or whatever it is. Hawke does like…