Ethel, a pale skinned warforged woman with shaggy auburn hair that falls over one eye and ends at her shoulders. She sits on a plush bed with a stone wall behind her. A red canopy frames the sides and warm light from an out-of-view fireplace illuminates the scene. She wears a white blouse that's open in the front, and high waisted black pants. She looks down at her hand, which has visible ball-joints in surprise. Black tears stream down her face and are smeared where she wiped them away, with the black being on her hands as well. Beside her in small white text it says "oh..." to imply she said it in a quiet voice.
Ethel sits on a bench on a summer day. Her hair is longer and tied in an updo with a blue ribbon woven into it. She wears a blue jacket and skirt, with a white blouse and ruffled cravat. She has matching white gloves that hide her joints. Her expression is somber, and she gazes at the ground in silence.
Some Ethel art I haven't posted... Her from tonight's session and her before she ran away.
I'm pretty sure it's a unique form of cruelty to make a machine that can feel heartache and grief, and then try to give her the ability to cry, too.
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