Ouroboros Spine xxvii. you've got a second chance

AW, chronicler #5 (storyteller)

The Epsilon had left much of her painting supplies back at the stone wall where she currently painting the story of father sky and mother moon, one of the tales of Elennanórë she had heard since she was an ankle-high pup toddling after her mother. A few things remained at her dwelling, however, and even though there was a good chance that she could be moving in with Adrastus sometime in the near future, the two-year just didn't feel right leaving the painting on the outside of her den unfinished.

She thought the orange backdrop she'd since finished might make for a good place to paint the story of brother sun. Once the idea had come to her, she was settled -- mixing paint upon the stained stone platform beneath her paws with a wide grin as she began imagining what the pictures would look like.