
"Father? Oh, father I heareth it!"
"What melody arises to grace thy senses, my child?"
"The wind! The breeze! Oh, by the wonderous musing of Astarin's harp, I can heareth it sing."
She closed her eyes letting the gentle gusts of wind pass her by as she heard the hooves of his father coming closer, softly stepping over the grass that decorated that forest clearing.
"Thou has't done well, my nightingale. May the symphony born from our ordinary and captured by thine ears taketh hold of thy heart and bloom as delicate flower from thy voice. Thus is the way of the artist, as such is the way of the bard."
"What melody arises to grace thy senses, my child?"
"The wind! The breeze! Oh, by the wonderous musing of Astarin's harp, I can heareth it sing."
She closed her eyes letting the gentle gusts of wind pass her by as she heard the hooves of his father coming closer, softly stepping over the grass that decorated that forest clearing.
"Thou has't done well, my nightingale. May the symphony born from our ordinary and captured by thine ears taketh hold of thy heart and bloom as delicate flower from thy voice. Thus is the way of the artist, as such is the way of the bard."
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Centaur
Gender Female
Size 2283 x 1614px
File Size 3.72 MB
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