Time to get into Halloween mood! Here is a quick doodle requested by one of my lovely patrons! I was asked to draw Asra as a witch, which (hah) and I just couldn’t say no. I have to admit that I haven’t played The Arcane yet. But I absolutely love the designs and art style of the game.
During the wet seasons, the cave’s lake was almost always full and in bloom. It was wonderful to wade in and usually brought peace to all of its occupants. For the especially sore, it would be prescribed to float in the more shallow waters to help relieve tense muscles.
Plus, they were good for teaching small ones how to swim.
The day they hatched they were only the size of baseball, but now, a month later, they had already doubled in size. One boy, one girl, both very scaly and furry, they could squeak and growl and just barely mumble very small blurbs. They were the splitting image of their father, yet their fur was a similar tone to your hair, it was honestly amazing to see.
One remained on the banks while the other hopped onto an open lily pad with a triumphant squeak. You remained just beside this one, hands on the pad, twirling it gently so it spun. The baby- your baby- squealed and rolled around on the lily pad, eventually just lying down as it twirled around.
“Careful…” You look back over your shoulder at your mate- at Asra- as he knelt beside the water with the other baby. He was clung tight to his father’s tail as he floated just on the surface, not quite as adventurous as his sister. His soft, panicked squeaks called you closer- so you open your palms and catch him just as his panic rises too much.
It seems, just the touch of a parent was enough to calm him.
Asra hums and watches as the little one clung to your hands and slowly gripped better, moving up and perching onto your shoulders for better safety. Slowly, he too joins in the family swim time, hovering by your side as all three of you join the still lily-riding girl.
She seemed to have settled for a moment, eyes closed and cooing in a light snooze. The sound of her brother’s excited squeaking, though, woke her, and she hopped up with renewed energy, circling the lily pad with an energized romp.
Your mate took initiative this time, wading up and booping the pad with his nose, purring back at his daughter’s squealing. “Not so fast, you’ll fall in dear.” You give a soft laugh at the advice, especially so when your daughter squeaks back defensively and hops with even more raucous motions.
“She’s going to get in trouble with that hard-headed attitude,” you point out with a raised brow at the much bigger reptile. He nods in agreement and yet continues to playfully nudge the lily pad, making the small one squeak and hop with similar vivaciousness.
You didn’t think you’d find yourself in a situation like this, within a family of scaley, furry creatures, but you don’t doubt it either. You don’t think you could be any happier than you are now.
But now isn’t quite the time to be thinking back, since you’re little boy, with a newfound burst of curiosity, slid down your arm and beckoned you to join papa and sister.
Toad's Cave 