God awful sketch that I drew at like 1:00 in the morning that I might make digital 👌
Her dark honeyed hair glistened as she raked her delicate fingers through her tresses, cascading down her shoulders in gentle waves. Freckles dusted fair skin, constellations dancing just under bright eyes and thick lashes. But to describe her by looks alone is like trying to force a lion to wear a tiny hat. Dangerous to think you can contain so mighty and elegant a creature with something so minute. She had a fire that burned inside her, a deep passion that could not be quelled. Stunning.