Happy Birthday, Lord Beldaruit!! (1/30)
Here is "What Matters," an 8-page comic featuring Bel and teen Qifrey. (And a spell invented by @ok668! ) I've had the lineart ready for months, but..."I'll color this soon!" You know how it goes! 😅
The spell Qifrey is working on and casts on the last page was invented by OK; it’s called, "The Rain of Dancing Birds of Light."
ID under the cut:
Page 1: Beldaruit gazes out the window.
Bel: Oh--good morning. Or--good afternoon, rather.
Qifrey: ...yeah.
Beldaruit pours Qifrey some tea.
Bel: Is there any chance you wish to tell me where you were last night?
Page 2: Beldaruit hands Qifrey his teacup. Qifrey accepts it, looking away, and does not answer.
Bel (with a shrug): It was worth a try!
They sip their tea in silence.
Qifrey: ...If it's too late to start the lesson, I get it.
Bel: No, no. We're both here now, are we not?
Page 3: Beldaruit flips through Qifrey's spell sketchbook.
Bel: Let's have a look...Your sigils and signs are as accurate as ever. But your linework is not nearly as precise as usual. Where are your glasses?
Qifrey: ...
Qifrey rummages in a small pouch.
Page 4: Bel: Oh, dear.
Qifrey holds a broken pair of glasses before him.
Qifrey: I haven't had time to try and fix them. I--I know they were expensive--I didn't want you to be--
Beldaruit holds out his hand for the glasses. He holds them up to the light, inspecting them.
Bel: I'm not worried about them. Just the one who wears them.
Page 5: Beldaruit takes out his wand.
Bel: You know, in all our acquaintance...you've never once asked me what happened to my feet. Why I must navigate the world in this chair.
Qifrey: !
Bel: Whether I was born like this...or whether I did something foolish to end up this way. You've never asked.
Qifrey (flustered): B-because--
Page 6: Qifrey: Because it doesn't--matter.
Bel: No, it doesn't.
Beldaruit holds the glasses over a spell he's just drawn in Qifrey's notebook. Light flashes.
Bel: We're both here now, studying magic together, you see?
SFX: SHAAA...The glasses repair themselves and sparkle in Beldaruit's hands, good as new.
Page 7: Beldaruit: And that is enough for me.
He hands the glasses back to Qifrey, who accepts them with a nervous, emotional expression.
Qifrey: ...Thank you.
Page 8: Birds fly in a circle around Qifrey's head as he casts a spell. He looks up at them with a troubled, and perhaps a little hopeful, expression.
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