Violet, green, blue. Violet, green, white. Green... Rena’s heartbeat sped up; the cloth was almost finished.
The way you keep using the colors is really intriguing. It gives the chapter a pulse that matches with the heartbeat you mention.
Violet, green, blue. Violet, green, white. Green... Rena’s heartbeat sped up; the cloth was almost finished.
Manwen in his silk blue trousers and elaborate black vest, the one with the golden serpent, and Skippy in his rags, shifting his weight between his good leg and his bad.
Yet it seemed to call to Rena, an urge she could not resist, just like the time when she was only a girl, when she had done the drawings—the drawings that had caused such destruction for her. It won’t be the same. I will do something good with my art this time.
This is so ominous and really leaves the reader wanting to figure it out. Good way to get people hooked & invested in this character!
Yet it seemed to call to Rena, an urge she could not resist, just like the time when she was only a girl, when she had done the drawings—the drawings that had caused such destruction for her. It won’t be the same. I will do something good with my art this time.
The colors were always there, begging to be expressed.
The colors were always there, begging to be expressed.
Pride in her work, in the endless call of the patterns, created the perfect escape for her. The blur of shifting warp threads soon hypnotized her as she deftly passed the shuttle back and forth between them, forgetting the room once more.
