It was strange, watching it from a distance like this.Â
As much as she hated the Syndicate, the Sultana, and the bloody business of commerce, the Jewel of the desert never failed to take her breath away. She sketched as the lavender fingers of sunrise crept over the rocky hills, silhouetting the city in a cloud of soft light. Here and there were small winks of light within the domes, a noble's window, a streetlamp, an airship beacon.
Evangeline had a grudging respect for the place, and even the cruel logic it ran by. There was nothing wrong with respecting one's enemy, was there?Â
Still, she had felt at home in the city, more so than she ever had in Ishgard. It was a place as chaotic and bustling as she was. A city where one could be rich as a prince one day, and lower than a begger the next. Fortunes and futures were traded under it's sun dappled alleys, and those of every race and origin crowded into its halls.Â
Evangeline shakes off the small watercolor brush, standing as she lets her sketch dry. "You may have won this round." She smiles wrly and bows to the city. "But I will defeat you yet."Â
Then Evangeline takes her feet and heads down the small hill, away from home.Â
(I'm horrible at drawing and worse at watercolors, but I couldn't capture the sunrise in b/w.)
![[Image: PT7gmbM.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/PT7gmbM.jpg)
As much as she hated the Syndicate, the Sultana, and the bloody business of commerce, the Jewel of the desert never failed to take her breath away. She sketched as the lavender fingers of sunrise crept over the rocky hills, silhouetting the city in a cloud of soft light. Here and there were small winks of light within the domes, a noble's window, a streetlamp, an airship beacon.
Evangeline had a grudging respect for the place, and even the cruel logic it ran by. There was nothing wrong with respecting one's enemy, was there?Â
Still, she had felt at home in the city, more so than she ever had in Ishgard. It was a place as chaotic and bustling as she was. A city where one could be rich as a prince one day, and lower than a begger the next. Fortunes and futures were traded under it's sun dappled alleys, and those of every race and origin crowded into its halls.Â
Evangeline shakes off the small watercolor brush, standing as she lets her sketch dry. "You may have won this round." She smiles wrly and bows to the city. "But I will defeat you yet."Â
Then Evangeline takes her feet and heads down the small hill, away from home.Â
(I'm horrible at drawing and worse at watercolors, but I couldn't capture the sunrise in b/w.)
![[Image: yr2A1Eo.png]](http://i.imgur.com/yr2A1Eo.png)
