never forget: when they find her in the sarcophagus, she’s been awake for all those hundreds of years
Gwenllian / Piper ➵ warrior women
A young woman, Orla’s age, the daughter of a nobleman, a witch in an age when witches were not always the best thing to be. Surrounded by war, and doing her best to stop it.
Piper was not much for housework. She had a very narrow skill set. She drifted toward the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.
au where the girls are actually looking for gwenllian and instead they find glendower and they’re like “wtf why did we find this crusty old guy”
Taking a break from editing for another doodlesketch of one of my characters, borrowing a reader’s face for inspiration.
I actually love editing so much more than rough drafting — all of the pieces are there on the table, and I get to just stack them into the most emotional jenga game I can fathom at that point in time.
I realized I could finally tag this Gwenllian without it being too spoilery.
While looking for some of my Raven Cycle mythology notes, found some of my other notes in a 2012 journal.
A delicious and wicked thrill went through Blue at the word. It was not that she had aspirations of being a witch; it was that she had been a nameless accessory for so long that the idea of having a title, or being anything, was a delicious one.
Gwen is so badass i can hardly handle it
…mirror magic is nothing to mirrors.
Blue squinted at Gwenllian, trying to imagine her as she had been six centuries before. A young woman, Orla’s age, the daughter of a nobleman, a witch in an age when witches were not always the best thing to be. Surrounded by war, and doing her best to stop it.
Blue wondered if she would have to courage to stab someone if she thought it would save lives.