The sun washed across the valley, chasing the shadows into the rocky slopes. The glow off the water blinded the dark elf, and she winced against the light. The mare beneath her gave a little snort, pawing idly at the marshy earth.

Vaesaris was loathe to call it ‘beautiful’, but there was a certain splendor in it.

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I’ve drawn a lot of dark and misty environments lately, so here we’ll have something bright and sunny, and pretty.