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idek what this image is but it's my second attempt and I've decided I can't draw this scene so I'm done
+2 stamina (411-word lit + hideous artwork)

Featuring Sparrow
Early Spring, Year 761 Windborne, near coast south of Alba Lake

Journey To the Coast: Part 1

Sparrow’s legs ached as he tread southward, following the distant scent of the ocean breeze. Since descending from the more mountainous regions and grazing fields of Windborne, all that one could see for miles was a rather drab scrub forest. Acacia bushes sprouted left and right, causing a coastal endemic of pokey, green flora. Narrow-leaf Spyridium filled the gaps that the Acacia didn’t manage to consume, making maneuvering amongst the plantlife rather limited.
The grullo stag sighed with frustration, as a rogue bramble caught in the tangles of his mane. With a pained grunt, he gave a sharp tug, bounding forward in hopes of relieving the snag. Dirt kicked up between the gorse, and when it cleared, Sparrow angled his head back to examine the damage. Sure enough, a solemn, golden lock billowed in the breeze, but the snare it caught on still clung to it like a bear snatching up a wild salmon.
The sooty buck rolled his eyes, and turned to march onward. Daylight was fading, and the beast’s limbs were shaking with exhaustion. But he was so close! Disappointment muddied Sparrow’s expression, as he halted, and gazed reluctantly at the expanse of nothingness in front of him. There were several more miles to go until he reached the water, and he knew very well that his body would not be able to make it today.
With a huff of vexation, Sparrow scanned the clearing for a more comfortable place to rest. His gaze rested on a small opening in the brambles beside a tea-tree patch. Baby succulents lined the earth, giving a slight bit of separation between the fawnling’s body and the yellowed dirt.
The young male hunkered down, and exhaled his relief, as his legs tucked in neatly beneath him. Oh, of kings and winds, that felt good! ‘I can’t believe I have to repeat this wretched walk all over again tomorrow,’ Sparrow thought, as he munched on the dry, low-hanging leaflets. Although he complained to himself more than anyone would want to put up with, he had an underlying sense of urgency to reach the coast. He wanted to absorb as much knowledge as possible while he was away, and he wanted to begin his lessons as soon as possible.
The sun dipped slowly behind the horizon, shooting rays of scarlet and violet, rosey pink and fiery orange across the sky. As subtle waves of indigo rolled in, baring twinkling stars, Sparrow’s heavy eyelids slid shut.

Description

idek what this image is but it's my second attempt and I've decided I can't draw this scene so I'm done
+2 stamina (411-word lit + hideous artwork)

Featuring Sparrow
Early Spring, Year 761 Windborne, near coast south of Alba Lake

Journey To the Coast: Part 1

Sparrow’s legs ached as he tread southward, following the distant scent of the ocean breeze. Since descending from the more mountainous regions and grazing fields of Windborne, all that one could see for miles was a rather drab scrub forest. Acacia bushes sprouted left and right, causing a coastal endemic of pokey, green flora. Narrow-leaf Spyridium filled the gaps that the Acacia didn’t manage to consume, making maneuvering amongst the plantlife rather limited.
The grullo stag sighed with frustration, as a rogue bramble caught in the tangles of his mane. With a pained grunt, he gave a sharp tug, bounding forward in hopes of relieving the snag. Dirt kicked up between the gorse, and when it cleared, Sparrow angled his head back to examine the damage. Sure enough, a solemn, golden lock billowed in the breeze, but the snare it caught on still clung to it like a bear snatching up a wild salmon.
The sooty buck rolled his eyes, and turned to march onward. Daylight was fading, and the beast’s limbs were shaking with exhaustion. But he was so close! Disappointment muddied Sparrow’s expression, as he halted, and gazed reluctantly at the expanse of nothingness in front of him. There were several more miles to go until he reached the water, and he knew very well that his body would not be able to make it today.
With a huff of vexation, Sparrow scanned the clearing for a more comfortable place to rest. His gaze rested on a small opening in the brambles beside a tea-tree patch. Baby succulents lined the earth, giving a slight bit of separation between the fawnling’s body and the yellowed dirt.
The young male hunkered down, and exhaled his relief, as his legs tucked in neatly beneath him. Oh, of kings and winds, that felt good! ‘I can’t believe I have to repeat this wretched walk all over again tomorrow,’ Sparrow thought, as he munched on the dry, low-hanging leaflets. Although he complained to himself more than anyone would want to put up with, he had an underlying sense of urgency to reach the coast. He wanted to absorb as much knowledge as possible while he was away, and he wanted to begin his lessons as soon as possible.
The sun dipped slowly behind the horizon, shooting rays of scarlet and violet, rosey pink and fiery orange across the sky. As subtle waves of indigo rolled in, baring twinkling stars, Sparrow’s heavy eyelids slid shut.