Mary J. Weather always wondered if faeries existed. Till one day she did discover, three of them, very wicked. They tricked her soon after, then ate her whole. Leaving only the dust of her kind soul.
Drew this in the car on the way down to Columbus, on my way back to starting another semester. Hopefully school work doesn't get too in the way of doing these sketch-a-days. May have to break on quality every once in awhile.