‘Sken! NO!’ Annanyn grabbed her wife’s hands in hers and squeezed tightly. ‘Never say that. I love you as you are. And I thought— I assumed— That we were going to adopt.’
‘Adopt?’ Sken paled as realisation washed over her face. ‘Oh, Goddess. I never even thought about that—’
‘—I was waiting to suggest it,’ Annanyn swallowed. ‘Until we were ready.’
Sken took a deep breath, her gills quivering. ‘I’ve been ready for years. I’ve been sorry for years...’
*SCREAMS* Ilyrisian sona's for my and my wife! I was only intending this to be a quick doodle but then I spent 3 hours on it. Whoops!
There's Decitus (ver/vijak) and Pink Painter (tail-hopper/vijak, Pink for short!)
"More than a hundred Har’pies watched what my brother did to me; only one dared to save my life. Now that I’m mala’kala they try and pretend they’ve always been loyal. … But I know better. Next time you think to defend these kizza kiita makas, you remember that Gala’sha was the only one brave enough to wash my wounds."
Sometimes you gotta draw your traumatised goat woman, having a cry because of her terrible self-esteem issues & uncontrollable fainting fits.