Hi all! In this latest snippet from Welcome To
GreenGrass, we take a minute to get a
closer look at Talyn,
one of Traveller’s closest friends in the city of GreenGrass. Talyn,
red skinned and fanged,
looking much more the part of devil than devout, wears his
religion on his sleeve
and finds his current situation a recurring test of his faith. One of
the few concessions
Talyn allows himself is a new found appreciation of art, specifically
creating it, but even
there his new world finds a way of filtering in. Thanks for reading
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Talyn stabbed the
brush into a mix of green and yellow paint, sweeping the
material in broad
and careless passes. Follow the light and the light shall show me
the way. Foregoing cleaning the bristles, he dunked the
already bulging mound of paint
into the jar of
red, pushing the handle harder than he intended. All of
life’s strength has
been placed within, we need only look. By the time he added the last globs of blue,
Talyn’s
breathing was heavy and sweat formed on his brow. Look to the stars to find your
way home. Running his fingers through his course black hair, Talyn hung his head low.
way home. Running his fingers through his course black hair, Talyn hung his head low.
“But what happens when someone
changes your stars?”
Using the blunt end of the brush,
Talyn carved a crude stick figure into the mass
of
colors smeared over the canvass and watched as the paints dripped over his
creation.
“You and I, my washed over
friend are both strangers in a world we
didn’t ask to
be
in."
