Lillith collapsed onto her bed, burying her face into the closest pillow. Her eyes stung and her chest felt tight. Why, she thought as she struggled to breathe, why did this have to happen? Her mother and brother had assured her so many times that she would be just fine, but she felt nothing but the opposite. Even within the safety of her chamber, Lillith could still see the cold, arrogant eyes of the other monarchs. Not even King Tejic’s encouraging smile could block out the contempt of the others. She knew she had made an awful first impression as Qilphi’s new queen and they had judged her severely for it.
A soft knock on the door cut off Lillith’s thoughts. “Come in,” she said, hoping she did not look as unkempt as she felt. The door opened and in walked Lynet. Though her sister was three years younger, Lillith felt as if Lynet should have been the one to inherit The Sight. Lynet was calm, witty, and knew how to keep situations under control. Ideally she would’ve been a better queen but the kingdom of Qilphi got shy, anxious Lillith instead. “Was it that bad?” asked Lynet. She sat down next to her sister and waited patiently as her sister wiped away tears. “I spilled my documents the moment I walked in,” sniffed Lillith. “No,” Lynet gasped, “And they just watched you pick everything up?” Shaking her head, Lillith admitted, “No, King Tejic was kind enough to help me. The others though…” Her words caught in her throat and Lynet patted her on the back in a sympathetic manner.
“If it helps at all, King Jasseo and King Shanis are known to be spiteful,” consoled Lynet, “Oh, and King Eileo is probably still sour over Cosmero.” She laughed and Lillith looked up with a slight smile. “What did our brother do?” she asked, intrigued. “Only rejected King Eileo’s marriage offer for the fifth time,” she said with a smirk, “That king is just so desperate for his sister to marry, it’s sad.” Lynet tried to stifle herself but couldn’t hold back her giggles- soon even Lillith was laughing with her. “It’s never too late to show what you’re capable of,” stated Lynet when the two of them settled down, “Remember what mother would always say?” Lillith nodded.
I've always loved your art but i was wondering how do you color hair I adore how soft it looks
uhh i’m not good at explaining but i’ll do my best i guess
before i colour i try to make sure my sketch is cohesive, having hair separated into chunks. hair does naturally form in clumps rather than individual strands but i stylise it a LOT so it looks real thick
basic colours, on a layer set multiply (usually decrease the opacity of my lines so they’re less obvious but blend in better with whatever base colour i use). considering the light source also, darkest in the middle but a little less so on the very bottom. textured brushes also help toooo
usually i’ll reuse a colour already existing in my colour scheme to add into the hair, but since this is real quick i just picked two colours i like, and i consciously try to pick colours that work well together already (blue and orange/brown). unless i’m deliberately doing unnatural looking hair, i try to keep those colours a little pale, a little desaturated so they blend in a little nicer. i’m trying to think of my reasoning for doing this but all i can come up with is ‘it looks cool’ x_x;;;;
hair is usually pretty shiny or at least i just really like how shiny hair looks so i put in a darker shade of the brown-black, mostly in the middle
i finally merged the line and colour layers together so i could start blending and defining everything better. also, for even more shinieness i put in some highlights. don’t overdo this :0 i don’t usually pick new colours at this point, just eyedrop what i already have. but if i do add new ones in (like the highlight) i try to make sure it’s similar enough to fit with what i already have (the orange highlight is just a paler version of the brown i was already using)
basically just continue defining stuff, don’t worry about making everything perfectly smoothly blended, hair can look better if its scruffy and less defined looking.
i still like to use outlines in my colouring, but i vary between having outlines darker or lighter than the colour inside. also in the case of the hair on the edges (notice the back of the head), i’ll use the orange as an outline against the blue, i found that looks kinda cool since they compliment one another
i think the key for it, and just for my approach to colouring in general, is to have a variety of tones and hues while still keeping it unified. rather than having the same kind of brown all throughout the hair, trying having multiple kinds of brown, warm browns, cool browns etc. or my approach is to add in stuff like blue as i’ve just showed you lmao keeping colours unified can be hard, i have trouble with it a lot, but the more you experiment with colour the more you’ll develop an eye for it and start knowing intuitively what colours work and what don’t
i hope that answers it to some extent??? if you need me to clarify something let me know because i know im terrible at explaining myself ;_; ALSO I GOTTA MENTION THE OBLIGATORY “this is just my way not THE way” please take everything i say with a grain of salt!!!!
That incident in the forest was not the first time Shanis experienced the Velia prince’s power of healing. He had made sure before making his first trip to Qilphi that he learned as much as he could about the families he would be meeting for he was to be the first Rastin king in 50 years to leave the kingdom. He cared little about the personalities and opinions of the other royal families, but he figured he may as well study them for his own benefit. After all, rumors spread into Rastin easily but it was rare for gossip of the Hiane family to ever leave the kingdom. So, Shanis memorized all the details he could find, from Princess Itrin’s blindness to King Jasseo’s opinions on mercenary business. And it was from those nights of reading messy compilations of rumors that he found Prince Cosmero had a talent in healing, a practice that was considered difficult to master by such a young age. He passed it off, though, as its source was unreliable.
When the two of them started up their detached, awkward relationship, Cosmero did almost all of the talking. He often asked questions under the guise of affection, hoping to obtain precious information. Shanis, on the other hand, generally showed disinterest. At the time he did not think Cosmero to be anything more than a (potentially) useful tool as Princess Lillith was the famous one due to her inheritance of The Sight. It was only after Shanis witnessed a man thanking the prince for curing his daughter’s sickness did his curiosity pique. He kept his questions to himself as the prince lead him to see some “odd but delightful plants”.
“Is it true what they say about you?” Shanis asked when the two of them were alone. Cosmero was startled by his question but he regained his composure quickly with a smile. “I don’t know. What do they say about me?”, he said, amused. Shanis answered, “Supposedly you can heal wounds instantaneously. I find it hard to believe.” Cosmero laughed, “Of course! That’s because you’ve never seen a witch’s magic.” Feeling like he was being mocked, Shanis tried to provoke him. “Then can I assume the rumor is true? Or are you only boasting?” He saw Cosmero’s face turn serious. “I can heal flesh wounds within seconds. Heavier injuries take longer of course,” Cosmero explained. There was no change in the other man’s expression so he added, “Should I prove it to you?”
The speed at which Shanis answered “yes” made Cosmero uneasy. Was he falling into a trap? He replied carefully, “Then I’ll need a patient. I’m sure if we go down to the river we could find a child whose knees have been scraped whilst playing.” Shanis reached for something under his cloak. “Actually,” he said, “I was thinking right now.” He pulled out a silver knife and before Cosmero could say a word, he set the blade against his right palm and dragged it across sharply. He looked up calmly upon hearing a gasp. “H-How can you hurt yourself so easily?” stammered Cosmero, clearly shocked. “I’m used to pain,” Shanis said. He held his hand out, indifferent towards the fact that he was bleeding profusely.
With shaky hands, Cosmero began. He took a feather from his coat and placed it upon Shanis’ hand. “This helps channel the magic better,” he murmured- he was falling into concentration. Placing his own hand upon the feather, he recited what he had practiced saying hundreds of times before. When it was done, he sighed, still feeling somewhat distressed by the king’s rash behavior. “Fascinating,” marveled Shanis, running his thumb along where the injury used to be, “Not a sign of it at all.” Cosmero looked at him unhappily. “Could you please never do that again?” he pleaded. Shanis didn’t answer.