•Ishan Project: 97/268•
Aram cleared the way. Now was time for Netra to enter. She bends down, lifts the bottom of her skirt and tucks it in. As she walks in, all the guards are at each other’s throats. All the commotion is like a hurricane. The wind violently blows her hair across her face. She takes a peek in each room, trying to figure out the configuration of this building. The soldiers were beginning to snap out of their trance. More were coming from all angles of the house. She could hear Birdface’s squawking getting closer as well. The only thing she could do was get to Chûndra.
HURRICANE / Gouache, Acrylic, Pencil / 9.5″ x 14″