So I drew a little last night.
I feel like I'm taking up smoking again. *Looks around guiltily* Nothing fantastic mind you, just some loose sketches.
Starlight Ilia lay there in the dark, listening to the ship creak laboriously as if a bored child was playing with a particularly ancient and rickety wooden door. Occasionally something would go bump against the hull, probably a chunk of ice or some debris other passing ships have tossed overboard.Starlight by ~the-catalyst
She had had daydreams about it sometimes, that one day she would see a sealed bottle floating past the ship. She would ask one of the deckhands to retrieve it, then retreat back to her own cabin to read the message inside. Cracking open the seal that had kept the bottles contents safe for who knows how long, she would gingerly pull out the paper w