Mataeus and Eagle lay on their cushioned leaf, dazzled by the flick and flitter of fireflies as they loll through the air. The forest and its frenzy of life fills them with a sense of child-like adventure. They gaze into each other's eyes, talking about everything and nothing, merely ecstatic to be in the presence of one another. The rabbit, a daydreamer to the n-th degree, decides to launch into a story; the same story that he's never told another living soul but that of his mate. He loses himself as the story flows through him; he is its vessel, and his faraway eyes gaze deeply into the moon, the silvery gateway through which he enters his own world. As Mataeus raises a paw to lend motion and passion to his tale, he is blissfully unaware of the pair of loving eyes that rest on him. Perhaps unbeknown to those feline gems is the understanding that his attention, his mere indulgence of the rabbit's wild ideas, is what lends wind to this daydreamer's wings.

While living in a small apartment on the other side of town from him, I once stole my mate's primary sketchbook for a week or so. After I whipped this up, I left it back at his loft for him to find as a cute little gift. Because hey, love makes everyone act like a dork. XD

Six or seven years later and I'm still quite proud of this one. There are a few flaws, but overall, I think this was the first full-scale drawing that I ever got 'right'. Or, at least, close enough. Funniest thing; I'm not sure I could draw this again...