A Storm of Swords - Funeral -

A Storm of Swords – Funeral

Catelyn attends the funeral of her father. Her brother Edmure has some problems finishing the ceremony.

Doing a picture of the boat with the arrows hitting the water, but I decided that, because this was from Catelyn’s point of view, it would be best to focus on Edmure’s, botched archery and try to keep things as solemn as possible… Or at least try to maintain decorum.

Edmure cursed softly. “The wind,” he said, pulling a second arrow. “Again.” The brand kissed the oil-soaked rag behind the arrowhead, the flames went licking up, Edmure lifted, pulled, and released. High and far the arrow flew. Too far. It vanished in the river a dozen yards beyond the boat, its fire winking out in an instant. A flush was creeping up Edmure’s neck, red as his beard. “Once more,” he commanded, taking a third arrow from the quiver. He is as tight as his bowstring, Catelyn thought.
Catelyn IV – pg 476

January 12, 2023

Wpmorse

in Illustration, Pen and Ink

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