Quick Sketch of Etta

"Simply a whisper in the woods--a gentle wisp of air--she moved through the forest with ease and grace. This was home. There would never be anywhere else. She had thought that the walls that she'd fallen for Lance within would grow comforting for her, but they never had.
They never would have. Even if he hadn't betrayed her.
The sting of his words sat deep in her chest. She knew she could trust no one.
Only the forest. The forest was always there. The forest was always good."

Yet another sketch of my favorite OC, Etta from my story Raladwen.

Pencil, sketch