He fell over on a bunch of rocks! And can’t get up! : P

Hey, this picture! I like this picture. I think I drew a draft of it somewhere in my notes but I couldn’t find it. Oh well. This one is better, for once.

The gist of the story: Flaer meets Zela in the forest; Flaer falls in love with Zela; Flaer tells Zela he loves her; Zela doesn’t know what to do; Flaer doesn’t know what to do; a few months later he wanders back into the forest and walks around until he throws himself down for a nap (Author’s note: on a pile of (mossy) rocks? Huh? He must be more masochistic than I thought…); Zela finds Flaer sleeping; Zela falls in love with Flaer.

Yeah, a pair of young idiots the both of them. But I like this picture. Flaer’s hair is all tumbled; his hands aren’t totally lame; Zela is recognisable with her hair down. All good points. Plus the background which exists, more or less. Mostly less.

FLAER SO PRETTY.

Anyway, this picture furthers the story, at least a tiny bit. It concretizes a portion that had always existed in amorphic, nebulous form. I have no idea if I’m using those words right.