|Lancelin De'Rio, a young Mage from my Dragonfeathers universe.|
Hello. My name is Kaylene and I reside in Australia. I've been drawing as a hobby since early high school. I have a well-developed little fantasy world I call Dragonfeathers which often features on this page, and many characters whom I've created over the years.
I am a teacher, teaching music at a wonderful high school. I love tea, books, comics, sci-fi, and video games.
My art program of choice is Clip Studio Paint. (Also known as Mangastudio 5.) I use a Microsoft Surface Pro as a canvas.
This is my 5th account here on DeviantART. I used to change username by creating new accounts all the time, before they bought in the ability to do it with a subscription. I've been kicking around this site since about 2002.
I spend most of my time over on Tumblr these days, and post a lot more sketches over there.
I love to get to know people, so don't be afraid to say hi to me.
The last time my boyfriend boiled eggs, he boiled every egg in the house the night before I was supposed to make a cake. When it came to cake time, which I was super excited about, I tried cracking an egg into the bowl and it… well, it was hard boiled. To make matters worse, it was ANZAC Day that day, which is the one public holiday in Australia where basically everything of significance is shut, so I COULDN’T EVEN GET NEW EGGS.
I just wound up eating the egg.
My boyfriend embarked on a quest to ask the neighbours if we could please borrow an egg because I was making a cake and he boiled them all. (He complained that telling them he boiled every egg in the house made him sound crazy and I was like “Yeeeeaaaahh… funny, that. But that’s LITERALLY what you did.”)
Fast forward to yesterday, when my boyfriend boiled a whole bunch of eggs again. This morning I decide to have one for breakfast, because boiled eggs are delicious. I take it out of where we keep eggs in the fridge, smash it on the bench top to crack the shell aaaaaaand…
It wasn’t a boiled egg. It was a regular egg. I smashed regular egg all over the bench.
I love this man, but I just can’t trust eggs in this house anymore.