Blaise and EbranBlaise strummed the strings. Sounds left his instrument like a sweet siren's song through the night air.Blaise and Ebran by TheSleepingGods
He gazed out into the distance, admiring how the lush green forests ebbed and swayed with the construction of mountainside.
Something in the night air inspired him to play more sweet and melancholy.
"You play well," a voice stated.
Blaise paused and turned slowly to gaze upon a fey of milk-white skin walking toward him. Glancing down Blaise saw the sharp black nails press against the earth as the fey stepped.
"What's your name?" Blaise inquired. He'd never met a fey before but tales mentioned their docile nature and curiosity. A peaceful race or magical beings, the fey admired things that caused their minds to grow calm.
"I am called Ebran. May I listen to you play?"
Smiling to himself Blaise played for Ebran. He lost himself in his music and stopped when Ebran gasped.
"You make light!" Ebran exclaimed.
"What do you mean?"
Ebran moved closer and Blaise to make out the g
"They say the purest have no shadows, that the light sees through them. I met a man like that once. He stood apart from everything.”
Speed paint (~2 hrs) to warm up / de-stress. I've been writing a lot lately, and even though I haven’t reached this part in the story yet, I just had to get it out of my system.
Now, back to commissions!