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"Eraun, why do you keep your hair uneven?"

Eraun kept his focus on the wooden block he was carving. He knew Lyla would eventually ask him that question; it was inevitable, especially since the child had no knowledge of his people. His golden-brown eyes watched each sliver of bark curl up and away from his knife.

"It's important I do that," Eraun said slowly. Lyla tilted her head.

"Why?"

"It just is."

"Like to remember something?"

"It's late. You should get ready for bed."

Lyla slowly nodded and stood up. She was used to him dodging her questions. But even so, when she walked to her bedroom door and glanced back, she saw the way he carved the wood; much slower than before. His hands stopped moving suddenly. Lyla whipped around and retreated into her room. When she shut the door she leaned her back against the rough surface. The young girl found herself clutching her chest right above her rapidly beating heart. In her minds' eye she could still see his last expression as clear as day.

It was the face of someone haunted by despair.

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After doing so many line drawings, sketches, and flats I really wanted to do something painterly, so this Eraun sketch popped up! (:

Eraun isn't native born to the kingdom he currently lives in. He's from another kingdom that has strong customs related to their hair. Since he's the only one of his people living in his current home not many understand what his asymmetrical hair means. And to be fair, Eraun talks about himself 0% of the time haha. Only Lyla and the king get to be privy to his secrets, and even then it takes them both a long time to get him to open up. xD;

Eraun belongs to me and and our story~

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"Eraun, why do you keep your hair uneven?"

Eraun kept his focus on the wooden block he was carving. He knew Lyla would eventually ask him that question; it was inevitable, especially since the child had no knowledge of his people. His golden-brown eyes watched each sliver of bark curl up and away from his knife.

"It's important I do that," Eraun said slowly. Lyla tilted her head.

"Why?"

"It just is."

"Like to remember something?"

"It's late. You should get ready for bed."

Lyla slowly nodded and stood up. She was used to him dodging her questions. But even so, when she walked to her bedroom door and glanced back, she saw the way he carved the wood; much slower than before. His hands stopped moving suddenly. Lyla whipped around and retreated into her room. When she shut the door she leaned her back against the rough surface. The young girl found herself clutching her chest right above her rapidly beating heart. In her minds' eye she could still see his last expression as clear as day.

It was the face of someone haunted by despair.

---------

After doing so many line drawings, sketches, and flats I really wanted to do something painterly, so this Eraun sketch popped up! (:

Eraun isn't native born to the kingdom he currently lives in. He's from another kingdom that has strong customs related to their hair. Since he's the only one of his people living in his current home not many understand what his asymmetrical hair means. And to be fair, Eraun talks about himself 0% of the time haha. Only Lyla and the king get to be privy to his secrets, and even then it takes them both a long time to get him to open up. xD;

Eraun belongs to me and and our story~