Another illustration for another piece of prose written by this talented girl , a fragment of a heartbreaking story of two lovers (Erythor and Vida) torn apart by the cruel fate ([link]) "Everard was gripping her hand but Vida felt only the contrast between warm sun and cold shadow as she walked, and saw only Erythor asleep on a stretcher, asleep and peaceful and certain to wake soon and forgive her. (...) Now at last the procession began to climb the Dead Mountain; the heavens turned a vibrant orange and faded, the mountains slipped back into shadow(...)"
I like it. The other one is still my favorite, but I really like the priestesses, and how everyone in the picture looks different. Vida herself especially seems to capture the mood best. She seems very small in this big crowd of people, and I like that.
And there're hats made of intricate and mysterious materials too!