my muse grew up.
Kyri used to be a fluffy fat winged kitten, something like this:
drawing by moi.
I often imagined her flying around, giving me cheek. y’know, because my muse would.
but then yesterday, Kyri didn’t look like that at all. she looked more like:
want to has. did not make.
I guess…she grew up. which is bizarre, since I thought I was stuck with cheeky kittenface forever. but apparently finishing something I was proud of was a maturity step?
I dunno, this is all very New Age-y, but I think maybe my writer friends will understand.
…mayyyybe.
and now I want that jewelry.