* Watchers Lottery - WINNER *UPD:More Like This
The winner of the lottery is tsuaii
I want to thank all the participants I appreciate your support and kind words a lot!
I don't expect there will be such many wishing, and I will make such raffle again in future, so good luck next time
Have a nice day, everyone!
I want to tell all my watchers thank you so much for what they followed me, for your kind comments and support!
Thank you very much, I really appreciate you!
So now I want to make a LOTTERY where you can win a free color portrait!
How to enter:
FAV this journal (you will automatically receive a number)
Comment this journal - with link on your character/fanart that you would like me to do if you win
You have to be my watcher ^^
*The lottery will end on August 17
Winner will receive a drawing from me like this:
Mat, the luckiest man aliveHe came in through the door, acting as if he owned the place. He might have, from the way his companions greeted him. He marched in, flanked by men from his precious Red Hand, walked over to the bar, got drinks for all that needed, then wandered over to the dice tables.More Like This
He had dark hair, sticking messily out from under his hat. The hat was something of a curiosity in itself, being dark, with a broad brim. She had seen few enough of those before. His coat was dusty and crumpled, but otherwise stain-free and well-cut. The deep green suited him. He wore loose shirts that could be laced up but in accordance with the rest of him the laces were undone. Actually, tonight, it looked as if someone had ripped the laces off. He wore well-made, tight tan breeches, which were tucked into burgundy boots, which came almost to his thigh. He always wore a curious sliver medallion on a leather thong. Above that was his black scarf, knotted just as firmly in this heat as if it were midwinter.
He had plea
Mat Cauthon's unconventional wisdom"I have nothing against nobles," Mat said, straightening his coat. "I just don’t fancy being one myself."More Like This
"Why is that, then?"
Mat sat for a moment. Why was it? Finally, he looked down at his foot then replaced his boot. “It’s boots.”
"Boots?" Setalle looked confused.
"Boots," Mat said with a nod, tying his laces. "It’s all about the boots."
"You see," Mat said, pulling the laces tight, "a lot of men don’t have to worry much about what boots to wear. They’re the poorest of folks. If you ask one of them ‘What boots are you going to wear today, Mop?’ their answer is easy. ‘Well, Mat. I only have one pair, so I guess I’m gonna wear that pair.’"
Mat hesitated. “Or, I guess they wouldn’t say that to you, Setalle, since you’re not me and all. They wouldn’t call you Mat, you understand.”
"I understand," she said, sounding amused.
"Anyway, for people that have a little coin, the q