Něma-li ústa tvá, Bůh to ví,
vylíbám odpověď s nich!
If mute are your lips, I swear to God,
They will answer to my kiss!
One more Rusalka illustration. This one isn't for the calendar but I thought it would be a pity not to make a drawing for this part of the libretto 💖
Most colourful of all is the firstborn fairy of spring, with his brilliant wings and bright body, and his laughter is known to eternally echo within the Great Forest itself, meant to unnerve those who enter it unwelcomed. He is the one the Big Folk knows best of all, and yet nothing of as well. He is the one to strike terror in their hearts as soon as the snow has melted, for soon he and his kin will descend upon their homes to plague them with insanity-inducing bites, meant to torment them for days as they attempt to recover and shield themselves.
Ink is the one who forms bonds with fairies and Big Folk alike, and he is the one most shrink under, for unlike his winter counterpart, he is the one who approaches and comes too close. Ink is the one who will lean in, with a wide and happy smile; glittering eye lights, and fluttering laughter – only to push you over the edge as your sanity breaks and your reality shatters.
Bright, beautiful colours are signs of venom at this moment, and you ought to be wary. Merciful, kind, and playful might be his nature for his own kin, but for the Big Folk, his kindness might be the sharpest dagger of all. Do not trust him.
Everything about Ink just pops and that is exactly what I had envisioned for him, @aoi-kanna. You’ve done a marvellous job here at making Ink just look so petite and delicate, and so, so harmless. He is anything but that! He is so lovely, and I am so happy that I let you have a go with him. You’ve done wonderfully!