You might not expect, just from looking at the mandrake girl, that she’s one of the most sought after workers at the House of Red Fireflies.*
Among the more vegetative clients—dryads, hamadryads, leshy, twigjacks, and the occasional ripped young squash god out on the town, however, no mammal can even hope to compare. “Look at the cambium on that one!” they rustle, elbowing each other. She has chemistry. Much of it involving chlorophyll.
However, there’s also a small cadre of human (or at least humanoid. Ish. Mostly.) patrons who are also enamored of the mandrake’s charms. That the oils of the mandrake girl’s skin bear a suspicious resemblance to the ingredients in ancient psychedelic “flying ointments” and prolonged contact with the mucous membranes causes increasingly intense hallucinations may have something to do with it, but a lot of them claim that, like most plants, she’s also just a really good listener.
I’m stoked about this particular project, and while the other character doodles have ended up in scraps, I really liked the character design on this one. She’s based on a younger version of the Pregnant Mandrake painting I did years ago, and something about her really clicked for me. It’s not a terribly complicated character study, and the coloring’s quick and slapdash, but something about the feel of it made me happy for no particular reason. - Ursula Vernon
*This is a fictional supernatural brothel setting I’ve been fooling with for a coupla of days, featuring all kinds of bizarre fantasy creatures. I’m not sure if it’ll go anywhere yet—who has tiiiiime!?—-but I really, really like the potential of the setting. If you head over to Scraps, there are character studies of a coupla other girls who work there.