Slacked off and forgot to post this here - Another sacrifice to the dumpster pile of sketches I’ve worked up on my lunch breaks. This one is another ‘forever wip’ of my FFXIV Roegadyn - Silf Sthalwilfwyn.
Will probably keep working on this one till I’m sick of it, which usually happens before it’s done.
We writers are apt to forget that, as the gunsmoke fogs and the hero rides wildly to the rescue, although the background of this furious action is fixed indelibly in our own minds, it is not fixed in the mind of the reader. He won’t see or feel it unless you make him—bearing always in mind that you can’t stop the gunfight or the racing horse to do the job.