Eyes of Mist 99 – DoubtsEyes of Mist 9 by Steffel
Tamaril wanted to keep talking but his trembling lips failed him. This last bit had been a real memory! One that was his alone!
Suddenly this moment came back to him so clearly he even remembered details he had not mentioned in his tale. How strange that dining hall had smelled of spices he wasn't familiar with, and old wood, how the road's dirt had clung to his clothes' s fringe, and how he had sheepishly wiped at it.
Yes, he really had been there. Accompanying his father he had sought out the Prince of Illian. Back before...
He frowned. Even now, those incidents slipped from his mind's grasp whenever he tried putting them into words.
He pushed that thought aside and focused on that one true memory, tried to recall his father exactly the way he had looked that evening. His stern eyes and gaunt features that could
|I'm not fond of simply begging for points (nor desperate enough) but as I'm so far behind with my artworks it'd be ridiculous to offer pictures for points. So, I'll offer something else.|
1 point - 1 Llama (unless I've already given you one of course)
every 5 points - 1 critique on an artwork (or a substantial comment if you aren't a subscriber)
every 10 points - 1 critique on a written work (or a substantial comment if you aren't a subscriber)
I WON'T fave half your gallery or watch you unless I want to (not to mention that those watches don't do you much good if I just keep deleting your stuff in my inbox).
Keep in mind though that I'm better at giving critique on pieces that I have some experience with - I'll try to say something constructive on photos, 3D renders or poetry but there are things I'm better with.