What's this? How long's it been since I actually posted something?!?!

Anyway, spazzy-ness out of the way, here's *finally* another request out of the way. This time, for mah dear ole' pal . Seeing as how it's her birthday tomorrow, figured this was appropriately timed. So, yay for appropriate timing!

And, as always, here's a little scenario to go along with this pic-a-ture.

[...]

The evening sky was orange as the sun slowly set in the city's background. Enyo flew amongst the pinkened clouds for what seemed like hours, drifting aimlessly. She had walked out from the house in an angry mood, having yet another argument with her father. Enyo rarely had any house-leaving arguments with Joey, but this was one of those rare times.

As she landed on a random tall building, she looked down upon a couple of cars parked down below. If she squinted her eyes, they resembled islands of sort. Islands? As her eyes remained unfocused, her mind drifted back to a few years ago.

It had been two years since she had crossed from her own world to this one, two years since Joey had rescued her from...herself, basically. This Dad of hers was nothing like the Giji-influenced beast that had ravaged her world, and she was finally happy again. One day, Joey had taken her out for advanced flying training.

"A-Are you sure I'm ready for this?" Enyo warily questioned, clinging to her father's shirt. They were flying waaay higher than she'd ever gone before.

"I feel confident that you can do this, sweetie." He patted her head, then tickled her until she let go of his shirt. Enyo fell a few feet, but regained her flight balance. As the day went on, the father-daughter team trained in advanced flying techniques, which somehow wound up into a sparring/play-fighting session. Enyo's cheeks were red from laughing and the amount of energy used that day, and at the end of the day, she had pretty much mastered the advanced flying class. "Class dismissed!" Joey said with a laugh.

Enyo smiled, shaking her head at how much of a knucklehead her father was. She snapped back to the present day, and decided to fly home to resolved the current fight with her father.

[...]

Alright, sue me. I haven't written/drawn ANYTHING for ages now. Though I think that the art itself is pretty darn good, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, here's to you, Vero-chan. Happy Birthday, mah pals.

Joey Z. belongs to (Me)
Enyo belongs to
Saiyans belong to Toriyaman (Curse you, Toriyama!)