elf extended hands toward tree and one of it's branches leaned toward him, and somehow silently ended in his hands. He brushed it carefully, and then started to sing song that was entering the ears and soul.
And Svarik was looking as branch in hands of elven prince was twisting among itself, just like a ribbon, staying brown but also leaving small circles and lines that were glowing with sliver light... It started to remind him of something, but Liron soon took it to his mouth and breathed out in it, and in that moment it was obvious - in his hands was a flute, the most beautfiul and most pleasant sounding flute he ever saw.
And with no words, elven prince reached for Svarik's hand and place instrument in it, while tears were welling in his eyes.
Svarik understood what's going on when the branch started to twist, and when Svarik took his hands, he couldn't hold the tears any longer, either. His hands trembled as he took the flute, and held it close to his heart. Then he slowly brought it to his mouth, and blew a note. It was clear and rich, and Svarik closed his eyes, carried with the music. One note was followed by another, and then it was a song. It was quiet and gentle, but in the same time refreshing, a cleansing melody... He played it, and wept openly.
A kiriban prize for
- Svarik and Liron from our roleplay. Svarik belongs to me, Liron belongs to *DragonRider3
More pictures with them:
This picture was drawn with pencil on textured paper, a photo of it taken with a flash so the light reflects in the right place, and coloured digitally.