D r e a m s c a p e

A persistent voice as quiet as a thought had woken her up from much needed sleep. Reluctantly, she left her bed in search for whoever or whatever was calling to her through the threads of her consciousness. Delicate white ears forward, tail twitching, she approaches with caution the source of her confusion.

A commission for Ms. Rin of her character. Done with prismacolor pencils on cardstock with prismacolor marker border.