I think you captured the rain running down her hair perfectly the rain is perfectly balanced it's not to heavy and not to light. The darker colours go well with Fleur's brighter colours it really suits Fleur.I also love the expression on her face and the detail on her horn is fantastic,her cutie mark is clear. I love darker strokes in her mane and I noticed how some strands of mane are a bit lose it adds a nice effect to her mane and the ears have great detail too.This is an absolutely marvelous Piece of art: Yours Sincerly Zecorathegreat
It's not everyday that I see an image that inspires me to tell a story about it, and when I saw this one in May of last year I knew I had to tell one. The image, with all its effects, from the reflections to the shading to the scene itself. does an excellent job of evoking a sense of sadness and sorrow for Fleur while at the same time showing her beauty and making the viewer ask "what happened? Why is she out in the rain without a coat?" From this spawned a story idea for me. Those moments are rare and wonderful, I admit.
Honestly, Fleur is an underappreciated mare in my opinion, and it's always nice to see excellent fanart of her.
Who else thinks Fleur is Celestia in disguise? Anyway, a beautiful effect on the rain on her coat, splashing on her horn, and magnificent shadow effects... But,sadly,I have an artist's eye, and I see the way the water reflects her... It looks odd, not like real water would, reflecting someone. Sure, it would look disoriented, and I know you probably weren't aiming for real-life effects, but I only see her colors on the water.. of course, it may be the way you positioned her and the portrait, or it may just be me, but anyway, this is magnificent.
Fleur: how am I going to tell him? Rarity: fleur? Fleur: rarity, hello. Rarity: what wrong? Fleur: Well I went to the doctor today and found out something that involve Fancy pants. Rarity: really? Do tell. Fleur: I'm pregnant. Rarity: *scream in joy.*
Pony 1: "Hey! Isn't that.... ?" Pony 2: "Ya! Fleur!" Pony 1: "Oh my! Looks like she got dumped in the rain again." Pony 2: "What do you expect. She tries to fool everyone but she is just a street corner harlot." Pony 1: "Oh I know. Tsk Tsk! To think our streets could have such tra..... wait! OMG! It's Fancy Pants!" Pony 2: "Oh girl he is coming this way. How does my mane look? The rain hasn't mess it has it?" Pony 1: "Wait he is stopping in front of Fleur! Of all the nerve, trying to put the moves on Fancy. That gold digger."
Fancy: "Pardon me miss but you look troubled. Might I be of assistance." Fleur: She shrugs him off and keeps walking. Fancy: Fancy turns and follows her. "I do apologize if I am a bother, but I simple feel obligated as a gentleman to at least call you a cab to take you home." Fleur: Fleur stops and looks at him slightly upset. "Why do you care? Or are you like the others and just want to give me a ride home in exchange for a ride in your home." She huff as a few drops of water fall from her eyes that obviously are not rain. Fancy: Fancy steps back, but after a moment steps forward again. He pulls his cloak off and wraps it around her. Without even responding he raises his hoof and summons a taxi. As the taxi stops he leans in and speaks with the driver before turning back to a doubting Fleur. "Miss, this driver will take you where ever you want. As for my cloak, keep it." Fleur: Confused, Fleur just stares at him. "Why? Why would you help me? Don't you know what I am? I am street side gossip and filthy and.... " Fleur starts to cry as she brakes down in front of him. "and not worthy of such kindness." Fancy: Fancy gently places his hoof on her chin to lifter her eyes to meet his as he smiles. "Miss! A beautiful lady in distress is always worthy of a gentleman's aid. No matter what other might think. Never think you are anything less then a Lady." Fleur smiles softly at his kind words. "It is my honor to help you in anyway possible. If you find yourself wanting, call upon me any time. Fair thee well." With that Fancy turns and begins to walk away soaked, but holding his head high and regal.
Days after this first meeting. Fleur followed the address on a card she found his one of the pockets of his cloak. She went under the pretense of returning Fancy his cloak. Meeting again, Fancy asked her out on a date. For month Fleur tried to put on airs and act like a trophy to make Fancy look better. Feeling that was what he wanted. Eventually he told her to stop and be herself. That he could buy any pretty accessory he wanted to make himself look better. What he wanted was her to be herself and live for herself. So she did and their love grew until she eventually became, Mrs. Pants.
Your picture makes me think this of Fleur. I also imagine that Fancy to not be the same as the rich ponies that follow him around. That he would be more noble. As he can see others for who they truly are. That he sees in Fleur to be more then some show pony. To be a true lady.
(This one was long overdue! hope you like it, KP. )
...Hello, Fancy...how nice to see you at home...and with Miss Rarity, at that. How lovely. Ah, welcome home dearest, me and Miss Rarity were...Celestia above! Don't tell me you walked home in this deluge?! My word! Madam Fleur, you look positively dreadful! You poor thing! Oh, your concern is truly touching. Tell me, Fancy dear, was there something you...forgot today? Forgot? Well, I certainly don't believe so. I had invited Miss Rarity over for a spot of tear, to discuss the possibility of franchising her Carousel Boutique. I had wanted to invite you, but you had already left for the spa. Our meeting ran a bit long, you see, and the shower scheduled for this evening started before we were finished. Fancy Pants was kind enough to invite me to stay until the rain stopped. It's a terrible shame you were caught in such wretched weather, darling, especially after a visit to the spa. Oh, I agree completely. Especially considering I had scheduled the Supreme Ultra-Deluxe Royal Canterlot Treatment. It is by far their finest, most exclusive, most expensive package; even the wealthiest elite of Canterlot can only afford to have such a treatment once a year. Tell me, Fancy, do you have any idea why I would choose today, of all days, to be my one yearly Ultra-Deluxe spa visit? Heavens above! I have not the faintest idea, Fleur! What could posses you to do such a thing? ...BECAUSE TODAY IS OUR ANNIVERSARY, YOU UNFATHOMABLY DENSE GELDING!!! ...F...Fancy Pants! How could you forget such a thing?! But...I did no such thing! Fleur, dearest, our anniversary is not until next week! I told you, we were going to meet at the Palace Gardens, tour the grounds, then have dinner at the finest restaurant in Canterlot! I planned it months in advance! ...Next week...? NEXT week!? That. Is. Your. FIRST WIFE'S ANNIVERSARY! TODAY is ours! I waited for four hours, every passing minute fearing some calamity had befallen you, and then I was forced to gallop all the way here in the RAIN when the pegasi started this wretched storm! And here I find you, inside, sipping tea, and UTTERLY OBLIVIOUS! ... ... ...Well. Bugger me, then.