Be it, that in the time of witless fools and warmongers, a minstrel whom with strings tuned true singen songs of the words written in books burnt long ago.
I'm still getting used to my new pens, but I think once I do, they'll lend themselves well to the effect I'm trying to get, here... Durned tricky page, this one.
Wishing a safe and fortunous new year to all as Araikao dances into her fifth new year (My annual art divination of what the new year holds, the four previous years can be seen on Elfwood).