A game of belts part 18
Added 2023-02-25 08:11:16 +0000 UTCPrevious chapters : https://www.patreon.com/posts/55957302
The slave elves will be spared the humiliation of being exposed in public. As long as nobody else comes to this part of the forest at this very specific time.
I considered drawing Miriel behind them for the washing scene, but instead I put more efforts in the background this time.
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Sur ses larges bras étendus, La forêt où s'éveille Flore, A des chapelets de pendus Que le matin caresse et dore. Ce bois sombre, où le chêne arbore Des grappes de fruits inouïs Même chez le Turc et le More, C'est le verger du roi Louis. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On its large extended arms The forest where natures flourish Has stringed of suspended That morning sun ruffle and tan. This dark wood, where oaks display Brunchs unheard of Even in the Turks or the Moors ~~~~ LE VERGER DU ROI LOUIS Poème de Théodore de Banville
Tristan
2023-02-25 21:50:31 +0000 UTCLovely vision.
Tristan
2023-02-25 10:44:50 +0000 UTC
