Conversation Hearts

It was a quiet afternoon in the apartment Solarine shared with Illapa, their little home away from home. She had come home for a long lunch, with the intention of resting her feet and her mind after the first half of a long and tedious day at the alchemists’ laboratory. 

For a half-hour, she read quietly while nibbling on the cherry and cream cheese pastries she had baked the previous evening. They were heart-shaped, the fruit and creamy topping upon a layer of buttery, flaky crust much softer than that of a pie, and they made for an excellent afternoon snack. She’d devoured three of them before slowing down and taking some extra time to put the tea kettle on the stove. 

Illapa was away on a day-trip to the Broken Isles below, in search of…something. He had been away looking for it frequently, whatever it was, and Solarine’s curiosity had only grown with each day he spent out in the distant, ancient lands.

She felt a brief pang of loneliness, and sighed.

Why did she even feel such a thing? He would return late that evening, as he always did, but there was something forlorn about the emptiness of the apartment with him away on business and Varali happily occupied in the care of Dalaran’s finest preschool. She always tried to wait up for him after putting her daughter down to bed for the night, but there were nights when such a vigil were simply not possible.

Solarine hoped she would be able to stay awake on this night, but…

An idea.

The Priestess’ eyes widened and her lips curled into a secretive little grin as a thought occurred to her. Soon enough, it would be time for Noblegarden, and the thought of hidden candy eggs turned into a thought of hidden candy hearts. Earlier that day, she’d bought several seasonal sweet treats from a street vendor, one of which was a bag of tiny, chalky, crunchy, sweet little hearts made of flavoured sugar, and each one bore on its surface a cute little inscription in pink food dye.

BE MINE, said the first one. This, Solarine left in plain sight atop Illapa’s pillow. Beneath that same pillow, U R CUTE was hidden.

A series of I  ♥ YOU, KISS ME, ALL MINE, B.F.F., CRAZY 4 U, and various other cutesy, silly little phrases soon littered hidden and not-so-hidden nooks and crannies throughout their apartment. Inside the sock drawer, atop books on the shelves, in robe pockets, in the nightstand, atop containers in the icebox, in drawers of the writing desk…tiny candy hearts were everywhere.

By the time the task was finished, Solarine was due back at the laboratory. 

Grinning to herself and humming a little tune, she slipped on her shoes and peered around to inspect her handiwork once more before returning to work. 




Hey, so now that I know this game’s development was canceled, I can share these with you guys.

Island of Wargod was a point and click game idea, I was invited to work on by a friend of mine. I’m kinda sad that he had to stop working on it, but I guess it’s also understandable, since the financial backup was also somewhat limited, being an indie project and stuff. But it was a fun time to work on it, nevertheless!

I did the lineart and the flat colors, (and some objects wich we intended to hide on these bgs in the game to be found) but I also included my friend’s lightning/shading touch ups, because I think they look cool. The first one, the alchemist laboratory was the toughest tho, since I also had to do the concept and the sketch for that one.

TL;DR: Anyway yeah, funny fact, that my arch nemesis are the backgrounds, and I still managed to pull out these, so in short, I was proud af

Alchemist’s Laboratory IN: ‘Amphitheatrum Sapientiae Aeternae’ by Heinrich Khunrath, 1595.
[A]n alchemical classic, the best known of Heinrich Khunrath’s works. The work is infused with a strange combination of Christianity and magic, illustrated with elaborate, hand-colored, engraved plates heightened with gold and silver. The tension between spirituality and experiment, and the rich symbolism of Khunrath’s writings and their engravings brought condemnation of the book by the Sorbonne in 1625, and now attracts attention from scholars.“