Hold on. Hold on. Give me a moment. I need a hot second or I’m gonna start crying before I even get through my words.
One of my favorite scenes from the Guides so far, and you illustrate it with beauty beyond words. Just… the entirety of the scene is sowell done.
The sheer beauty of the night sky, the thousand souls crowded below it, the soulstars rising up below their runner, and finally Aitrushmal themselves, wings spread wide in all their glory as they shelter their charges under them and lift them up into the endless sky.
And below it all, the descendants recounting the story of their Name. Lukkesh Aitrushmal, Blessing of the Storm, The One Who Runs With The Stars. Anakinri Aitrushmal, Wrath of the Suns, The One Who Runs With The Stars.
Fated Star Dreamers, the both of them. Star Dreamers, who never knew before this point just how alike they were.
