ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ yay~~ it's done!!
This is my character Opalia Stellamille
as a fairy. Originally, she had simpler wings.. but I redrew them into butterfly-like wings because it's easier to detail than the ones she had before.
Because I didn't want to use a flat-colored background.. I went for the more elaborate one. Needless to say, the background was pretty difficult, tedious to paint, and time-consuming lool. I think it came out pretty nice in the end though.EDIT
: AHHH thank you so much for the daily deviation ^catboyry
and for suggesting this piece *Minato-Kushina
!! ヽ(*∇*)ノ Oh yeah, some time ago, I got a amazingly cute gift art
related to this piece!! Thank you ~yuarin
I apologize for the very
lengthy desc extension (and you may skip it if you wish!), but here's a piece of prose that ~Th3-M4ster
wrote and would like to share out of appreciation. This was originally posted as a comment below somewhere. However, I'd like to put it up here since it's such a delightful piece~ However, do note that this story isn't
canon to Opalia.. but it makes nice work of serving as an alternative view however~
According to ~Th3-M4ster - Just something I had to scribble when I saw your picture and saw all the hard work you put into it because it brightened my gloomy day. I read up on Opalia a bit and tried to come up with something that was true to your concept of her. I hope you liked it. I left the boy nameless in case you wanted to make him up yourself.
Title: Taking The Clouds Away
I was hoping my walk through the woods would help clear my mind, but it didn’t. Just too much happened today for me to set straight. I did everything I could, but it still got messed up. And how! Times like this I’m convinced it would be better if I just disappeared.
“Hi!” cries a voice at me.
I look up, turning around to see the person who spoke. All I spot is trees.
“Er…hello?” I reply.
“Over here, silly.” The voice says again.
I turn my head around again and finally see her, the fourteen year old student at the Mage Guild, just like me. We’ve crossed in the Great Halls a few times, but I’ve never actually spoken with her.
“Opalia, right?” I say.
“That’s right!” She smiles at me, sitting well-balanced on a large tree branch just in front of a small, crystal clear pond. It took a moment for me to realize that she had monarch butterfly wings on her back and had several roses in her hair. “I’m surprised you remember.”
I chuckle. “I remember all the girls that magically dump a gallon of water on my head.”
“That was you!” She exclaims, turning a bright red. “I’m so sorry! I was only trying to make it rain a little to water the plants we were growing in class and-”
“Don’t worry about that.” I wave dismissively. “I’m just happy it wasn’t solid ice.”
We both laugh.
“So, what brings you out this far?” I ask.
She smiles and holds out a regular white flower to me. “This is one of my favorite places to sit and listen to the birds and enjoy the forest. It’s so relaxing and peaceful, don’t you think?”
I put on my best grin. “Sure is.”
But she’s a lot cleverer than that. “Oh, so you’re going through a rough time, huh? Hoping a walk would help?”
My smile falters. She saw right through me. “Yeah…you could say that.”
“Is it the approaching war?” She asks.
“That, and other personal things.” I don’t know why I’m even telling her, but something deep inside tells me I can trust her. “It’s my dad. He…”
“You don’t have to tell me.” She interrupts kindly. “We all have dark clouds at times. But after the rain falls and the sun shines again, everything is even stronger than before, right?”
I think on that for a moment. It’s true that if plants are to be healthy, it needs to rain and be dark. I’m going through a dark time now, but eventually I will come out the other side and have learned many important things. I guess going out into the woods helped after all.
“Thanks. I feel a lot better.” I say to Opalia.
“You’re welcome.” She smiles back.
“Say…why are you dressed as a fairy?” Not my smoothest conversation changer, but I’m doing what I can.
“It’s for the dance tonight.” She answers.
“The dance!” I smack my head. “I totally forgot! I don’t have a costume! What am I going to do?!”
“I could help make one with you. If we work together I’m sure we can come up with something.” She offers.
“You would? Thanks a bunch! I’m a complete klutz when it comes to parties. If there’s anything I can do to repay you…” I begin.
Falling neatly to the ground, she smiles at me and says. “Promise to have at least one dance with and we’ll call it even!”
“A d-dance with you?” This time I turn red. “Sure! I promise.”
“Alright!” She says brightly. “Let’s go!!”