Your Sword and Shield

H

e was gallant, this knight cloaked in a pelt of sand and gold, a reflection from a stretch of desert, a time long gone by, blessed only by the blue of the pristine skies. And, of course, one would think, of an oasis, fresh pools of water and greenery strewn among the forbidden earth—his clear voice, like a liquid tenor, rang among the otherwise quiet of the cloudy morning, cold and gray.

"Look to the horizon,
When the sun has gone down,
And the winter sweeps over,
This land without sound."

Besides him was his mentee and friend, the fair lady of the realm, his constant companion along this burdensome road. Still, a melodious note or two could certainly lift the drab spirits of travelers who labored from one destination to another.

The snow fell, silently, drifting in a white flurry toward the ground as they tread the unmarked path. Rafiel knew where he was going.

Well, sort of.

To be honest, Rafiel was not the sort to mind a bit of dawdling, especially if he could admire the flora and fauna along the way—only today, the scene before him was covered in a thick blanket of snow, hardly a whisper to be found. Still, he was in high spirits, and he sang the songs of his mother as they walked.

art by Lunicea, code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck

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Art by Yahtzee-Penguiduck