Altered Perspective.
Dragon, Coiled Around a Dwarven Column
(Actual Size: 1 inch x 1 inch)
“Hang on. I wanna see something.”
He glances in either direction, checking for traffic. Looks both ways again as he crosses the street, more furtively this time. Her footsteps follow, slowly, then quicker, as she jogs across the deserted side street.
“Somehow, I’m thinking this is going to be illegal...”
“Oh, don’t worry... it most definitely is.”
Around the backside of the crumbling wall--perhaps at one point it had been a room or enclosed courtyard of sorts, though now it’s little more than chewed gravel and a sparse collection of weeds even more insistent than the winter chill cutting through his gloves--a simple linework teddy bear, five feet tall and quite pudgy around the middle, sits with his back against the corner. The bright orange spray isn’t even faded. “Hah! Yes, it’s still here.”
“That’s so badass! And completely adorable at the same time!” She chuckles. “I’m feeling like this must have been you?”
“Feel like it might’ve been,” he grins back.
Duskblade. (Of a part with the earlier Moonblade.)
“In the Name of Science!”
If Name of the Wind took place in 1950s America, this is what Kvothe’s inscription would look like on his Vintish court rings. And the Eolian would be a diner.
Trying out an ultra-minimal style.