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“It’s a Poitan festival harp. Missing its strings perhaps. But still a harp.”

Leta looked over her shoulder to find a broad-shouldered man standing directly behind her. He wasn’t tall, but built broadly enough to part the crowd around him, his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was not recognizable to Leta at all.

"Oh?" she said dismissively.

“Difficult to replace, too,” he went on. “The strings. Made only from the finest silks in Synechdan.” The man lapsed into a brief, thoughtful silence. Finally, he looked up at Leta and stated, “Forgive me. You’re probably not interested in the minute details of instrumentation in an aging artform.”

By far my favorite of all the illustrations I've done for Caelum Lex. The one in the chapter is tiny. So of course I had to show off the bigger one Now who wants to visit Tarin cuz I do

My dears here are of course from chapter 18 of Caelum Lex. Read it!

Description
“It’s a Poitan festival harp. Missing its strings perhaps. But still a harp.”

Leta looked over her shoulder to find a broad-shouldered man standing directly behind her. He wasn’t tall, but built broadly enough to part the crowd around him, his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was not recognizable to Leta at all.

"Oh?" she said dismissively.

“Difficult to replace, too,” he went on. “The strings. Made only from the finest silks in Synechdan.” The man lapsed into a brief, thoughtful silence. Finally, he looked up at Leta and stated, “Forgive me. You’re probably not interested in the minute details of instrumentation in an aging artform.”

By far my favorite of all the illustrations I've done for Caelum Lex. The one in the chapter is tiny. So of course I had to show off the bigger one Now who wants to visit Tarin cuz I do

My dears here are of course from chapter 18 of Caelum Lex. Read it!