Elva's Talent Choosing Ceremony

elfy · Post time 2023-7-1 13:58:46

Hello hello!

This is my first ever 3D edit and my first time really using Procreate! It was such fun learning the app. Below is a scene of Elva discovering her talent (along with an explanation). Poor Elva will take a second to warm up to the Animal Talent family, but she'll get there!

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Elva was born from the laugh of a baby being licked by their pet dog for the first time. Humans lose the ability to talk to animals at an early age, but babies have a keen innate understanding of them. The dog was saying good morning with lots of love, and thus, Elva was born out of sunshine and happiness. Elva’s flower floated to Neverland by an early springtime breeze, slow and fragrant with the smell of mainland flowers.

After a full day’s journey, Elva arrived at a small corner of Neverland called Pixie Hollow. When she awoke at her talent choosing ceremony, she had hair matching her dandelion fluff dress. It was as pure as her true heart, and as white as the fur of the dog whose joy helped create her. A glowing yellow fairy queen greeted her and instructed her to approach or hold the items placed on mushrooms by various fairies. The items, the queen said, would help decide her talent. After no luck with a water droplet and green leaf, she migrated to a nearby egg. Before even touching it, the egg shot out sparks of light and glowed as bright as the sun. Quickly after, a group of fairies and sparrowmen swooped her up by the arms, chattering away like loud songbirds about how she would fit right in based on how bright her egg glowed. “The brightest in years!” one had said. Immediately, she felt they misjudged her talent. All she had done was approach an egg, after all. She wanted to sink away from the attention they gave her. One sparrowman huffed proudly, “And there I was, looking at Frost, who immediately thought she had this one! Not today! A true animal talent, this little one is”. He wrapped an arm around her and ruffled the hair on top of her head. Elva wanted to crawl away. Were they always this…close? Outgoing? Outspoken? Surely this wouldn’t be her new family…