Son Of Sea & Fire (Part I)

[dylan_tanllwyth]

The ever present snow blankets the grounds outside Balagwyrd, pure and untouched from the night's fall. Dylan steps off the wrap around porch of the house, pulling the cloak of red and gold wool closer about him. At his throat, a broach of a gryphon clutching an apple refracts the light reflected by the snow. Beneath he wears warm woolen

Comments

[jilliko]

That was great, I could see the picture in my head. Nice song choice, too.

Jilly