Laid out before them, Eragon saw the whole of the storm, extending for what must have been a hundred miles in every direction. The clouds both near and far were milky and seemed almost luminous, as if lit from within. They looked beautiful and benign- placid, unchanging formations that betrayed nothing of the violence inside.
Then he noticed the sky, and he gasped, for it contained more stars that he had thought existed.Red, Blue, white, gold, they lay strewn upon the firmament like handfuls of sparkling dust. The constellations he was familiar with were still present but now set among thousands of fainter stars, which he beheld for the very first time. Whenever he looked at the sky before, there had been a haze over his eyes that had kept him from seeing the true glory of the stars.
Did I ever mention how much I love to draw clouds?? Like, they are so fluffy and wispy, and you can draw them in so many different ways, and clouds are just... Urg, I love clouds. So a quick a dirty matte painting. (Nobody has time to draw all these stars), but we all have time to draw constellations.