Now that Marcus could sit up, he could look out into the courtyard, and see the rose-bush in its wine-jar, just outside his window. There was still one crimson rose among the dark thorns, but even as he watched, a petal fell from it like a great slow drop of blood. Soon the rest would follow. He had held his first and only command for just as long as the rose-bush had been in flower...
--Excerpt from The Eagle of the Ninth, by Rosemary Sutcliff.
When I was reading the above passage, I felt a need to make an oekaki of it. I'm pretty pleased with it, even though the ground looks a bit fuzzy. =)
Almost all of it was done with a laptop touchpad... but the ground texture and the blocky design on the pot were done by a mouse after the laptop I was using glitched out of use. =P
--Excerpt from The Eagle of the Ninth, by Rosemary Sutcliff.
When I was reading the above passage, I felt a need to make an oekaki of it. I'm pretty pleased with it, even though the ground looks a bit fuzzy. =)
Almost all of it was done with a laptop touchpad... but the ground texture and the blocky design on the pot were done by a mouse after the laptop I was using glitched out of use. =P
