The Old Trug arranged a
couple of stools and pulled an armchair closer to the stove before pouring some
more rosehip tea and handing food around. Moonwort thought that this was the
cosiest he’d felt since the rain had started so many weeks before, and he drank
and ate very slowly hoping to make their visit last as long as possible.
from chapter 9 of Moonwort & the Giant
A little something I tried out yesterday using the last few stages of the illustration. 🙂