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It was a common sight. The dragon was walking along the beach, her eyes fixed on the sand below her. It was a warm summer evening, and right now it wasn't very busy along the coast. Most visitors had already left, and those who were watching the sunset were standing on the dunes, leaving the dragon on her own. She didn't have to leave yet to get home before darkness would cover the world for the night. She didn't, because during the summer, she lived on the beach, the shore was her home.

She slept in a hut she had built and decorated all by herself, all other things she had to do, she could do outside. She ate fish, seaweed, the berries that grew in the bushes atop the dunes and sometimes seagulls or their eggs if she was lucky. All time she had left she spent wandering along the coastline, looking for anything the waves washed ashore. She would take anything the could find: seaweed, shells, driftwood, feathers from seagulls in the sand, even items beachgoers had left behind. She stored everything in her hut and put them to use when, and where she could. She used the prettiest items to decorate her hut with, she could use driftwood to repair her hut whenever the wind or the sea harmed it and she stored seaweed to eat later. Her habit of collecting things from the beach had earned the dragon her nickname: the collector.

Currently, she was strolling along the seaside, looking for anything she could put to use. Suddenly she saw something shiny peeking from the sand, near her hut. It surprised her she hadn't found it any earlier. Eagerly, she started digging it up, and discovered it was a lovely, huge shell she had never found before. She admired the shell a little longer, then put it away safely in her hut, to continue her search. The dragon was walking along the beach again, her eyes still fixed on the sand below her.

This is a submission to the contest on the group Dragon Traditional Art. Topic: Summer.

I mainly used my coloured pencils to draw this, as well as a black fineliner to outline most things on the foreground. Using my mechanical pencil, I drew all of the Collector's scales, and I did some minor shading with it too. For most of the shading, especially the larger areas, I used some charcoal.

It was quite hard for me to come up with a concept I liked surrounding the summer theme. My mind almost immediately wandered to the beach and the sea, but then... I first thought about maybe some dragons playing in the water, and I had almost started on that when the Collector walked into my mind, and I immediately loved her somehow. I think I know what inspired me for the Collector. When I was still a young child, I collected feathers with my grandmother, as the geese in the pond near my grandmother's house often dropped lovely big white feathers. That stopped once I grew a bit older, and for a long time I had stopped collecting feathers, until I recently started collecting them again. Some days ago, we had a 'klassenavond' (literally 'class evening', more like 'group evening') along a lough of the North Sea. At some point in time, my mentor told me she collected sea shells, and since I collected feathers again, I thought that was kind of funny. The beach is really a great place for collecting, there's lots of stuff you can find and collect around there.

Description
It was a common sight. The dragon was walking along the beach, her eyes fixed on the sand below her. It was a warm summer evening, and right now it wasn't very busy along the coast. Most visitors had already left, and those who were watching the sunset were standing on the dunes, leaving the dragon on her own. She didn't have to leave yet to get home before darkness would cover the world for the night. She didn't, because during the summer, she lived on the beach, the shore was her home.

She slept in a hut she had built and decorated all by herself, all other things she had to do, she could do outside. She ate fish, seaweed, the berries that grew in the bushes atop the dunes and sometimes seagulls or their eggs if she was lucky. All time she had left she spent wandering along the coastline, looking for anything the waves washed ashore. She would take anything the could find: seaweed, shells, driftwood, feathers from seagulls in the sand, even items beachgoers had left behind. She stored everything in her hut and put them to use when, and where she could. She used the prettiest items to decorate her hut with, she could use driftwood to repair her hut whenever the wind or the sea harmed it and she stored seaweed to eat later. Her habit of collecting things from the beach had earned the dragon her nickname: the collector.

Currently, she was strolling along the seaside, looking for anything she could put to use. Suddenly she saw something shiny peeking from the sand, near her hut. It surprised her she hadn't found it any earlier. Eagerly, she started digging it up, and discovered it was a lovely, huge shell she had never found before. She admired the shell a little longer, then put it away safely in her hut, to continue her search. The dragon was walking along the beach again, her eyes still fixed on the sand below her.

This is a submission to the contest on the group Dragon Traditional Art. Topic: Summer.

I mainly used my coloured pencils to draw this, as well as a black fineliner to outline most things on the foreground. Using my mechanical pencil, I drew all of the Collector's scales, and I did some minor shading with it too. For most of the shading, especially the larger areas, I used some charcoal.

It was quite hard for me to come up with a concept I liked surrounding the summer theme. My mind almost immediately wandered to the beach and the sea, but then... I first thought about maybe some dragons playing in the water, and I had almost started on that when the Collector walked into my mind, and I immediately loved her somehow. I think I know what inspired me for the Collector. When I was still a young child, I collected feathers with my grandmother, as the geese in the pond near my grandmother's house often dropped lovely big white feathers. That stopped once I grew a bit older, and for a long time I had stopped collecting feathers, until I recently started collecting them again. Some days ago, we had a 'klassenavond' (literally 'class evening', more like 'group evening') along a lough of the North Sea. At some point in time, my mentor told me she collected sea shells, and since I collected feathers again, I thought that was kind of funny. The beach is really a great place for collecting, there's lots of stuff you can find and collect around there.