A Voice Like Thunder WIP Picture

PLEASE comment if you fave! I worked hard on this.
Real title, "A Voice Like Thunder! WIP."

All right, I'm going to try to take part in the 100 Picture Challenge, or whatever it's called here. Basically, you draw one picture each for one of 100 themes. I just started learning how to draw human faces about two months ago. I was going to hold off on entering the challenge until I'd gotten bodily postures down better, but figured that if I waited that long I'd never get anywhere. So I know I still need a lot of work. Maybe doing this challenge will help me improve, maybe not. I like to hope that maybe someday I'll be able to redo this picture and it'll look a whole lot better. For now though, it's much better than what I could have done a couple of months ago.
This illustrates a scene from Part 27 of Return To Manitou Island [link] and pictures the theme of "Expectations." Charmian and Manabozho, the Ojibwa trickster and culture hero, have just ventured into the Fairy Realm and with the help of a magic pinecone have discovered the immense Sky Tree. They head that way, hoping to speak with whoever rules over the Turtle Fairies, who must be a powerful manitou (spirit) indeed...and Charmian gets a little exuberant in her expectations of what this powerful manitou must be like. 'Bozho, of course, is quite exasperated by her enthusiasm. And also, of course, the manitou doesn't turn out being anything like Charmian expects...

It just occurred to me when drawing this how scantily clad 'Bozho is... o_o; ...*hopes he's wearing a loincloth under that breechcloth in case of a strong wind...*

This is just the inked sketch. I cropped off a bit of the background for now. I'm planning on filling it all in with colored pencil, as that's the only medium I have, that and a photo program which mangles my pictures when I resize and try to up the saturation a bit.
Anyway...the next theme I believe is "Stars" and I already have an idea in mind.
This will be scrapped later on when I upload the finished version. Just wanted to put this in my gallery to brag a bit.
Criticism not desired as I already know all the flaws this has, thank you very much.

The shape she'd just barely been able to make out at the far side of the field rose taller than ever now, seeming almost to reach the sky. It was a massive tree, though massive wasn't nearly the right word to describe it. Charmian had gone to see the redwoods in California once with her parents, and this thing certainly rivaled those--only they didn't have redwoods in Michigan. And those had been...red. This tree bore a trunk of the purest azure blue, its leaves shimmering the color of opals and mother of pearl. They rustled in the breeze, and instead of the regular rustling of tree leaves it sounded to Charmian almost like windchimes, faraway and slightly musical. Every so often a different-colored light would glint through the leaves and then vanish as if rainbow fireflies were flitting among its branches.

The pinecone rolled ahead a little ways and then stopped and fell still.

Charmian stood with her mouth hanging open. She tried to think of something, anything, to say to Manabozho, but no words came. She'd expected a magical tree, but nothing like this.

"Wow," was all she could finally manage. She had to summon her senses again and shook her head to clear it, glancing back at Manabozho with a growing smile. "That's GOT to be it! A manitou's got to live there for SURE!" She looked at the giant tree again. "This makes Noko's Crooked Tree look like a...withered twig," she murmured.

Manabozho hopped forward. "Well, at least you're finally thinking on my terms," he muttered, moving past her. She followed him, keeping her eyes on the tree the entire time, except for when she stooped to retrieve the still pinecone and put it back in her pocket.

"Who do you think lives in there, anyway?" she mused aloud. "Who rules over the Michinimakinong?"

"Do I look as if I have any idea what goes on around here?" Manabozho snapped. He shimmered and then resumed walking in his normal form, giving her a glare. "I've never BEEN here before, in case you didn't know."

"Well, you were the one chewing my ear off yapping about how much you know about fairies! And now all of a sudden you plead the Fifth?"

His face screwed up. "The Fifth what?"

Charmian waved at him and sighed. "Never mind...whoever he is, I bet he's right up there with Gitchi Manitou. Has to be! To live in a tree like that." She started imagining what the manitou must look like, growing more gleeful with every word. "I bet he's tall...with lots of feathers on his head...a whole mane of feathers. Of every different color. He probably looks like a bodybuilder. With lots of those beads and such around his neck. And fringes on his arms and legs...and he has to have really ornate patterns on his buckskin and moccasins...I bet his eyes are like flint and his spear is like lightning and his voice is like THUNDER!"

Manabozho was the one to roll his eyes now. "Have you been reading too many books? Next thing I know you'll be insisting he'll greet you with 'How, paleface.' I really don't know where you people get these things."

"I bet my idea's closer than yours is," Charmian challenged.

"I didn't even give you my idea!"

"See? My point exactly." She broke into a jog. "Come on! I want to see him already!"

"Hold on a minute! Have you even thought this thing through--?" Manabozho's voice trailed off as she ran ahead of him, when an odd whistling noise made the hair on the back of her neck prickle. She jolted to a stop and instinctively ducked, her eyes widening when an arrow hit the ground right in front of her. She whirled to look behind her and instead of seeing Manabozho, she saw Manabozho, plus the dozen or so warriors they'd met earlier, their spears all sticking out like the quills of an angry porcupine. Manabozho stood with his arms up and a scowl on his face.

"Like I was saying," he growled between his teeth, "have you thought this thing through?"

Charmian and the Sky Tree are © Tehuti. Manabozho, Nokomis, and Gitchi Manitou are from Ojibwa mythology but this representation of Manabozho is © to me.
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