turn to ice.. " she whispered.
Cheriipop turned to the huge stone column on her way outside of the Temple of Time. She traced the soft delicate stone work with her eyes. She moved towards it slowly, her hand shaking uncontrollably at her side. She admired the golden gleam of the detailed leaves. She reached out an unsteady hand and felt the masonry of the column's base. Icicles began spreading from the tips of her fingers and began creeping around the column, like long fingers strangling the stone with its freezing touch. Cheriipop stepped back abruptly. The ice still clung, its icy sheen revealing her reflection, and ghostly white air falling from the cold ice.
Time Spent: 1hr
Materials: Sketch paper & Pencil
Blegh, sorry for instagram-fying it. It was the only way I could brighten it up.
Critiques are welcomed/appreciated.
I know my weaknesses are hands, clothes, face... f'uck might as well be everything lol.