Novel & Cerita How To Draw My Little Pony Fluttershy

“I can really have this?” “Yep.” She opened the cage, letting the butterfly free, although it clung to the plastic for a while. “It’s for you. I can draw more.” “You’re really good at this.” I looked at her. “Where did you learn how to do this?” She shrugged. “I didn’t. This is my first time.” “Really?” “Mhm.”

Its paws left glowing prints on the grass, fading slowly with every step. “Not bad,” Phineas said, the faintest hint of approval in his voice. “Try another.” I smiled, the thrill coursing through me. “Alright. Let’s see…” The glow flared again, forming delicate limbs and slender antlers—a deer, shimmering and elegant. It moved like liquid moonlight, leaving faint trails that danced in the air long after it passed.

I murmur trying to keep my voice calm. Lily beams up at me. "That's great! Wanna draw with us?" She hops around me a pair of russet-colored ears appearing on top of her head. I also see a fluffy tail wagging behind her. "We're making some for Mama and Papa!" Davin nods shyly. "T-they're busy with the bad wolves so... I think it will be nice for them." He says and looks down at his drawing. "S-so... why not join us?" He looks back up at me with wide purple eyes.

"What are you doing? You'll get dirt on you." "Maybe I just wanted to see what was so interesting down here," I said, looking at her. Her eyes softened, the sharp edges of her annoyance melting away. She looked at me for a long moment, then slowly, she smiled. She didn't say anything as she snuggled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I looked down at the page. It was a butterfly. It looked delicate, but the way she’d drawn the wings made them look almost realistic.

Into my pink sneakers, and then a moment to calm myself. I glance in the mirror. I looked almost... normal. A somewhat-attractive human girl, young, but not remarkable in any particular way. Small breasts, narrow hips, nice but forgettable face. Well-camouflaged. I sighed. I retrieved her drawing book from my book case, then walked to the small clear section of floor near my table. I focussed. My wings curved, cupping the currents of reality. It was hard to visualise where I wanted to be, but I managed it in the end. It's more difficult for me when it's a place, not a person.

“So, you just have to pick a picture. Nothing too much. What do you want to draw?” I looked at the blank sheet for a while, “maybe a house?” She nodded, “okay then. Usually, I draw houses with a triangle above, a square below, two little boxes inside and a sideways rectangle for the door.” Okay, that was actually pretty smart. “That's one easy house.” I chuckled. “That's why I like it. It's easy. After that, you choose the colours you want. It doesn't have to be complicated.” “You do not talk like a seven year old, young lady.” I said to her and she giggled softly.

I ask, she brings her eyes back to me, this time she searches my face and I do the same. She has baby blue eyes, thick eyebrows, freckles sprinkled on her little button nose and her pouty lips are red, not lipstick red but natural red. It's like meeting Snow White in the flesh. She hesitates at first but she extends the notebook to me, I notice that her hands are shaking a little but I pretend not to have noticed. I take the notebook, keeping my eyes on her. The drawing is actually a sketch of a tree, birds flying away from it. It looks more like a picture to be honest.

Slowly, she began to move her hand. I sat completely still, barely breathing, so I would not startle her. The tip of the pencil made a soft scratch-scratch sound against the thick paper. At first, her movements were small and hesitant. But after a few minutes, something shifted. Her shoulders relaxed, and she stopped pulling her sweater over her hands. She focused entirely on the paper. She drew the curved petals of the blue flower. Then she added the tiny leaves on the stem. Her strokes grew bolder and faster.

"This is for you. It's a house, with a cat. Do you like cats?" Lily studied the drawing. "What's the cat's name?" You'd think she was a supervisor in a hotel checking how perfectly the rooms were cleaned. "Fluffy." "Fluffy is a good name." The other kids soon crowded around, each pressing their drawings into Lily's hands. A flower, rainbow, family of stick figures with horrifying huge smiles, a circle with eyes that was supposed to be a dog. At every stop, Lily collected the sketch and turned to show me, then added it to the growing pile in her arms.

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.