The many faces of formerly living, now deceased, Gideon Nav.
Fiddled around with these before drawing the full pic I posted yesterday.
I wanted to work through some progressions of hair and face paint ideas and a quick sketch of a possible uniform. (And I’m a sicko that’s likes to draw both Gid and a Harry bloody)
Thinking about Abigail Pent who imagined Magnus’s son and how she’d raise him, and when she couldn’t conceive she accepted that it “wasn’t in the cards” and chose instead to protect two children of the fourth because she knew how hard it could be to represent the hopes and dreams of your entire house, and even in the river kept them far away from the fear and confusion of the Sleeper.
Then I start thinking about Palleamana Novenarius who also couldn’t conceive so she killed her whole house for the chance to raise a daughter, and shared her secrets to a little girl treading and choking on saltwater, raised that girl to hate another kid who had done nothing but be born, raised her in pain and shame and loneliness, and when she realized her baby had done the unthinkable tied a tiny noose for her.
Then I think about M— and the “maternity problem” or dozens of dead eggs Wake struggled to keep, “gravid birth” as a novelty on the sixth. and I think I’m going to be devastated when we finally find out the extent of the pain endured by the mothers of the nine houses for 10,000 years.
Crown Princesses of Ida Ianthe and Coronabeth Tridentarius, and their Cavalier Primary Crown Prince Naberius.
“She took Babs,” she said, which seemed fair enough. But then Corona started crying again, big tears leaking out of her eyes, her voice thick with misery and self-pity.
“And who even cares about Babs? Babs! She could have taken me”