VespidOlive

“Our Hero, Our Hero claims a warrior’s heart! I tell you I tell you the Dragonborn comes! With a…with a….um…oh by the Nine.” The young Bard sighed, frustrated. She’s been playing the same song for the past day and still she couldn’t get the lyrics right. Not that her singing would matter much. In the Bard Caravan there were only 4 singers: Jartod, Gerrad, Sloomala Gar and her mother Eolie. The rest of the caravan played an instrument like the lyre, drum or flute or helped pack everything up when they travelled to a new city. As she strummed the old lyre, her mind wondered as she lost herself into the tune.
“You keep playing that lyre and the strings will break Seed.” The girl looked up and saw Gerrad coming her way. The wood elf had a smirk on his face coupled with mischievous red eyes. He was on the bulky side and what little hair he had barely blew in the light breeze. He stretched a calloused hand towards her and took her lyre, examining the instrument. “Why you keep playing this is beyond me, Seed.”
“Gerrad my name is Aura. Not Seed. How many times do I have to tell you? Get it right.”
“Ehh…you don’t look like an Aura. Plus, your’re tiny, you can’t sing, and you’re only with the Caravan because of your mother. Speaking of which, has she died in the Apothecary yet?”
Aura glared at Gerrad. He knew that speaking ill of the sick was looked down upon. If anyone heard him, Jartod would have his hide. Her mother had from been from apothecary to apothecary and temple to temple, hoping for some cure to her ailment for months now. Aura remembered how sure her mother was. How she always had a certain strength around her. But now with her strength fading…
She snatched the lyre from Gerrad, a string breaking in the process. “Gerrad look what you did!” Angry, she pushed him away from her and ran to the nearby apothecary. The caravan had been staying in Bruma for the past 2 weeks and by now she knew the ancient City’s layout pretty well. When she arrived at the Snow’s Tongue, she headed towards the back where he mother would be.

Hi....I am Vespid Olive and no I will not reveal who I am. Honestly, I just got onto this site to comment on my favorite artists and look at all the cool art. Yeah yeah, I know, a typical commentator with no art of her own to add unless it was made from a super cheap program. While my skill is no where near that of many of the talented artists on this site, I see no harm in posting what I make on here. If you guys like it then that's awesome. You just made my day. If not, then go explore the site for something you do like by another artist. There is a lot of talent on here so you won't have to look far. I fail to see the logic on commenting on something you hate. I don't understand......ANYWAYS first entry, first deviation, first everything today! Hope to see you soon. --Vespid