9” x 12” color pencil and a bit of Copic marker.
 
This is just a photo but isn’t bad but I will be getting a scan Monday and repost the file.
 
She may be for sale at MFF.
 
I wrote the following narrative the morning I finished this piece.
 
It was just a game. Played by she and her sister countless times over many human lifetimes. It was just a game, to pass the time, a challenge by each in turn. A human was chosen by one, and the other would craft a mask that would allow her to take the human form most appealing to the chosen. Then she would have a “chance” meeting with him to start. He of course would want to get to know her better but she would resist at first and string him along. She would tease him, build his hopes and desires, then dash them, only to repeat the process. Humans were so easy to fool, so lustful, so petty, so blind to the world about them. Ultimately, she would take the relationship as far as marriage, or really just to the ceremony, then she would vanish, leaving him heartbroken and mournful. But they deserved it those humans. If only they could learn to truly see….  
It was only a game and started like all the others but somehow, felt different from the beginning. He seemed interested but puzzlingly, resisted her charms. She continued but he remained cool to her but polite. She knew he was interested but didn’t know what was wrong, so finally she changed her method and approached him as she wished he would.  
He continued to resist but finally relented and agreed to have a meal with her and talk.  
But it did not go like she planned and talk was all that occurred even though she tried to take it further. She came away confused but somehow with grudging respect for this man… and a desire to continue the relationship, not because of the game, the challenge, but for herself.  
Her sister questioned her relationship with the chosen but she denied any true feelings for him. But she knew she was lying for the feelings that were kindled within her, feelings she had never experienced before were real. And she craved more of them.  
But her sister also suspected the truth and kept a close watch, for this was something not of the true nature of their kind….. and she began to resent what her sister was experiencing.  
Though not her true name, he knew her by Miko and he finally started letting his feelings toward her show and the relationship blossomed. It was no longer a game now, but something deep and real….. and her sisters resentment grew to become true jealousy.  
Ultimately, they mutually came to the agreement that they were to be wed and a small, private ceremony was planned. But when the time came to exchange vows. Her sister appeared unexpectedly, approached the couple in human guise of her own,  
and without a word, reached out, grabbed the mask which only she could see, and dashed it to the floor, breaking the mask and the image spell, revealing to all present, her true nature.  
Horrified at the thought of what her love might be thinking, all she could think to say was “ I am so sorry, it wasn’t suppose to be like this” then turned and ran.  
She had not noticed his expression when she was revealed though and it was not what she would have thought, for he was one of the rare humans that could “see”.  
He had known from the beginning what she was but just played along for a while till he noticed the change within her then nurtured the change till he was sure it was real, then let the rest take its course.  
She ran but he unexpectedly pursued, calling to her, “MIKO!” repeatedly and pleading for her to stop. But she made it to the woods and disappeared, making her way to her home ground where she collapsed in the agony of pure heartbreak and sorrowed made all the poignant by the fact that it was nothing she had ever experienced before.  
“Miko,Miko, Miko” Kept repeating itself in her mind and she couldn’t make it stop. Then she wept, something almost unknown to her hind. She would return to him if she could but the mask was broken and could never be repaired nor could it ever be recreated, it would never be the same.  
So she sat in the growing gloom of evening, oblivious to all but her pain and the name Miko that was still echoing within her mind.  
A lone fire, where once there would have been many, hovered about her, dimmed but still an unerring beacon to the one who continued to search for her.
 
Comments and critique are welcome as always.