Ouroboros Spine verses

When the duo had finished their respective artworks, Lótë sat back on her haunches -- which was becoming more difficult these days -- and drank in Callyope's masterpiece. It was an abstract scribble of youthful splashes of color, relative to her age but still beautiful to the dove. It would remain there amongst the other paintings until the elements eventually washed it away. 

The cloudberry too found herself reclining on the ground, though with more care, and beamed a toothy grin at her stepdaughter. "It's quite lovely, little singer," Lótë murmured to the rust-tipped girl, lips quirking at the corners to see the vibrant hues staining Callyope's paws as it discolored her own. 

we can fade here if you like? Thank you for this adorable thread! If ever Callyope wants some more art lessons, just tag me! :)