I love how he was one soft breeze away from death before meeting Halsin. Hes so cute and frail and I have to remind myself: he’s a friend, not a squeeze toy 🥹
Ps. I know that with Halsin around he’s barely a mid breeze away from dwarf, but that’s growth!
The bloody gums and red eyes are so visceral, and the simple "my mouth hurts worse in the winter" makes this so striking somehow. Maybe he doesn't understand what causes it but the pain is constant, only worse right now
thank you for such a sincere and sweet comment, these meant a lot to me and I'm glad you got that from it❤️
Clover deals with a lot of physical pain, sometimes it's just background, sometimes it's worse. Finding real solutions to it all just hasn't been doable so he's just carried it as best he can.
The emotions you put in your art are so evocative and vivid to me!! Seeing and hearing Clover's struggle just hits my heart in the best way, and I'm just glad I can express it to you!
Halsin is gonna whip him up a lip balm. And, unfortunately, it's gonna be delicious, so Clover gonna "accidentally" eat some of it every time he puts a bit on.
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Ps. I know that with Halsin around he’s barely a mid breeze away from dwarf, but that’s growth!
Clover deals with a lot of physical pain, sometimes it's just background, sometimes it's worse. Finding real solutions to it all just hasn't been doable so he's just carried it as best he can.
(May I draw him, btw?)
I know that feeling all too well, little brother. Winter dry air isn’t being nice to me either.😔
How many years was he like this again? Living on the run from the fae? He was honestly stronger than I could ever be.