Friday, July 19, 2013

The Silver Doe

 This was the scene i attempted to illustrate: And then the source of the light stepped out from behind an oak. It was a silver white doe, moon-bright and dazzling, picking her way over the ground, still silent, and leaving no hoofprints in the fine powdering of snow. She stepped toward him, her beautiful head with its wide, long-lashed eyes held high.

(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)