SPARKLE SPARKLE Y'ALL
Would a nose or some sort of makeup help with the face?
I've noticed that with the eyes that get recolors. Even though they're "the same", sometimes they're in different positions on the face. I'm not sure if that's a bug or just how it happened.
And I think the color does matter, sometimes it can change the entire look of something. I took a lot of art classes and you wouldn't believe how things can change just because you did something to the color.
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Comtesse, a young mage from the Isle's of Fog, stared at the scroll while the wizard coughed from all the mist and stumbled away, only to run into a wall and fall to the ground, now unseen by any passerby. She glanced up and upon not seeing anyone, shrugged and walked away, in search of a place to read the scroll. Choosing to sit upon a lovely stump in a secluded part of town, she pulls the wax stamp up and unrolls the parchment to see ingredients for a particularly difficult potion. Bear-butterfly wings...Treebeard's beard hairs, eye of water newt, and a couple things she could pick up in town. "Well, off to see the wizard, so to speak. Wonder where he went anyways?" she thinks to herself as she dusts herself off and begins the trek into town.
The bell to the witch's shop jingles as she enters and the door gives a loud creek. "Ohoho, what do we have here?" the old croon cackles, writhing her hands together at the prospect of money. Comtesse only replies hastily, "Well you see, I'm looking for some rare ingredients and assumed you might be able to help me out. You are the best in town, so they say." Only a nod and an outstretched hand answered her question. Handing over the parchment to the old woman, she simply watched as she muttered and went about hobbling around shelves. Her wrinkly long fingers grabbing and moving things about where the only source of noise in the shop. It was a bit too eerily quiet for the young mage's liking.
"Well dearie, It seems I have most of what you seek, but this is a curious potion you are trying to make." the old witch's eyes seemed to squint beyond comprehension, could she even see now? So all she could do was answer, hoping the old woman could still hear, "Earlier today an old wizard approached me with a scroll, hoping I could finally help him with this quest.". She was rather curious why the old bat was asking, it seemed simple enough she supposed. "It's simple my dear, this is just a basic cold medicine, all the ingredients are in the health potions they sell..right next door!" Comtesse wasn't sure what was louder, her falling to the floor or the witch's cackling. Paying for her supplies, she whips up the simple potion and turns in her quest...for crumpled piece of paper and some bees.