Writing

When we were done, Ternerr pulled out his screen computer, claws poised to type.
“So.  Your suggestions?”
“I…think we’re good,” I said.  “The canoes on the rooftops are a nice touch.”  The warriors could easily maneuver to safety if the water level rose too high.
“Anything else?”
“No, not really.”
His eyes narrowed like a cat’s and he looked over his glasses at me, stern as a librarian.  “You’re going to leave me to face the Warfather with that?”
I squirmed.

Writing

Novel chars.  Disruptive camouflage is harder to render than you’d think!  *camo fail*

This is an extreme example of sexual dimorphism because she’s big for a hen and they’re small for squares. 

For those of you SUPERlongtime fans, from left to right, it’s Ternerr (a personal assistant with an eidetic memory), Rodor (reluctant galactic General), and Grenera (bodyguard to the squargling president).