Today I drew Yasmeena Syovalle, one of the secondary characters in my novel-in-progress ‘Stealing a Dream’.
Yasmeena is a Dreamcaster. She is also one of the many concubines, property of the Queen of Dreamland. Yasmeena runs away when she’s about to be presented as a truce gift to the rebellious General Jebeyan Iksmadorn. A few months after the escape, Yasmeena starts to see visions about two stray travelers who will save the universe as long as their paths cross. She searches for them through dreams, until one night, she finds our heroes… and then their paths will continue to cross until death ends it all.
I imagined her to be younger than I drew her–she’s supposed to be fifteen or so–but bleh, I guess it doesn’t matter. She can be a mature fifteen-year-old, ha! Isaia is yet to give her a background. In this scene, she is resisting attack by one of Jebeyan’s bandits in a market.
Anyway, I’m happy with how she turned out. Thanks for stopping by.
A sudden shriek cracked ahead. My eyes searched for the source until I saw a large man, with snake tattoos all over his flesh, pointing his sword at a girl. It was not the man that caught my attention, but his shivering victim.
The three-eyed girl from my nightmare.
The sight of her brought back the dream in waves of blurs and annexing senses. For a moment, I just stared. The girl was tinier in flesh. Without the glow, she looked more akin to Logikans, but her hair was green as the Eastern sea, complete with sun-drenched glitters on the surface. On closer inspection they were jewels, scattered about her hair like discarded stars.
In those ineffable sounds as in the dream. The words swirled like oil in water. I strained to listen. No. I could not understand her. But I had in the dream.
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