Wind Threads

"Reina, what are you doing?"

The weaver didn't move. She stood against the railing, the wind's fingers combing through her hair as the sky darkened. "Sometimes," she said with her eyes still closed, "I like to stand outside before a storm comes and listen to the threads that make up the wind. They whisper to me, telling me where they've been, who they've seen and where they would like to go. If I listen long enough, they'll tell me how to recreate the storm with threads of resting wind."

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I wanted to play around with displaying the threads weavers use in their magic, and ended up with that. It's subtle, a white brush with a blue (for wind, lulz) outer glow. Reina's dress is supposed to be fairly sheer, but I got lazy with it so it's not so much.

Much as I hated my drawing II class spring semester this year, I can see a lot of improvement in my art from knowledge gained in that class.