O, to be a machine,
O, to be wanted,
To be useful.
(Evil Bee by Menomena)

I'll toss ErA into the ring, why not LOL

if I disappear for a few days, it's because I'm taking a much-needed break after the needlefelting project I posted on Friday! chronic fatigue does not mix well with the wild rush of finishing a late-to-start contest submission ^^;;

Here's a snippet of some writing that goes along with this piece:

“I thought you would know better by now,” she says, voice crisp and cold as always. “Colour me unimpressed.”

ErA slowly raises his eyes to glower up at her, keeping his chin lowered.

“I expect more from you, ErA.” The door opens further but she doesn’t step forward.

He maintains a steady glare with where he estimates her face to be, unable to see with the light blaring into the room and wreaking havoc on his visual sensors. He catches a shadow move at the corner of her mouth. With great effort, he manages to not let his eye lights stutter at the visual input. Steady, steady.

“You need to try harder.”