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Yea, It’s easier to add shadow with black and white, I think its also easier to erase (I do a lot of that, XD). I’ve kinda always loved to draw, but I’ve never done a series, usually I just sketch what ever comes to mind. I can post a pic if you want…*rifles through sketchbook* that’s A sketch of Gwen and Brin, I don’t have a lot of pictures of my characters (yet). Do you usually use digital art?

It was really fun to write! I love it when two personalities clash in a story and you get to see what’s going on inside each person’s head.

Gwendolyn

What–” I heard Liorah ask behind me,

“It’s moving,” Ferran said dryly, I heard him and his dog step in after me. I turned in time to see Liorah follow us in and fall to her knees. Ferran helped her up, and she quickly figured out how to stay upright.

This wasn’t that bad so far. Brin shifted on my shoulder nervously, and the tunnel door slammed shut with a dull thud.

“Oh great. This is just perfect,” Liorah snapped.

I stumbled in the dark, trying to brace myself for whatever horror the castle would throw at us next. My fingers brushed my bow, poised to snatch it when needed. I squinted and realized a faint glow from the other end of the tunnel allowed me to see. I relaxed the tiniest bit.

“Now what?” Liorah asked, Ferran nodded at the exit in reply.

“I know that, but how do we get there? I don’t know about you, but I’m not getting ahead,” Liorah said.

There was a scuffling sound, and I heard Liorah’s voice again, “You scared me, you silly.” More scuffling sounds echoed down the tunnel, “Look at Azar,” Liorah said.

I turned to see Ferran’s dog zigzagging towards me. At first I just thought Liorah was simply amused by the sight, but then I noticed Ferran and Liorah doing the same thing. Zigzagging towards the light.

“Oh,” I said, and quickly did the same. Something brushed against my leg, sending a jolt or adrenalin up my body. My hand flew to my bow. Then I heard a happy whine and felt Azar’s soft fur against my leg. I looked down to see the dog happily wiggling in circles around my legs.

My laugh mingled with Liorah’s and I suddenly realized what she had meant when she said someone had scared her.

“That’s the worst guard dog I’ve ever seen,” she said,

“I know,” Ferran replied, “She isn’t very intimidating, is she?”

“Well she scared the wits out of me,” I said. The laughter was like cold water on a hot day. I felt it wash over my tense body and mind and I felt myself relax in the mirth.

Azar bounded to the back of the line and herded us forward

“Do I look like a sheep to you?” Liorah asked.

I reached the end of the tunnel in a minute, as soon as I neared the light, Brin shifted on my shoulder again and pecked at a loose strand of my hair. I stoped, remembering the last time she had seemed uneasy. My fingers danced over my bow and I looked back at Liorah in a silent warning.