This in an altered version of the very first picture I commissioned. It was for my first petrification story as well. There was a bit of a learning curve, and I didn't fully explain the story to him, even the relative parts. I edited the picture to add a catsuit, which is what one of the characters was wearing when she turned to gold. During the stream I went back and forth if she should be dressed while Dvega was drawing it during the stream.
I should of also got into details on what she was doing at the time. She was turning to gold slowly and was able to move around the room while it was happening for a minute. True I told him she was making puppy dog eyes to try and get sympathy at the last moment, but I should of had her doing more with her arms and legs.
For a while I had this or the black and white version at the end of All that Glitters. However I have commissioned and colored a new version, which I feel better fits the story.
Original art by 
Colors by me.
Also check out the alt version and the story with the newer images bellow.
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Lyra pulled back her string and took aim. Her mana channeled into the weapon. The last wyvern flew towards her at blinding speed. She released the string and the glowing arrow took flight. It struck the beast square in the head. The winged lizard fell to the ground and rolled over. It almost hit her, as it was carried by its own inertia, but she jumped out of the way just in time.
"Good shot." Kanakpriya clapped her hands, sitting on top of another fallen wyvern. It's throat had been cut. "That makes six. There shouldn't be any more."
"Good. That last shot used up almost all of my mana. I will need to rest to recover it. I can't believe I let you talk me into hunting six wyverns, even small ones, with just the two of us." Lyra lowered her bow as she walked over to her new partner.
Lyra was a young elf, only 180 years old. This was her first outing from the woods she called her home. It had been over a year since she left to see the world. As an arch