Fantasy

Sacrifices Made
There are small eyes peering out from the bushes surrounding the clearing, the color not unlike new tree branches or the leaf litter on the ground. Te’sara-zura is quite used to most things being smaller than her. She had grown taller than the oldest tree in her territory long ago and often she was the biggest living thing for miles. But most small things she was used to. Most were covered in soft fur or had hard exoskeletons. Most did not tremble against the cold, frosted ground or watch her for so long un-startled. The little creature had skin like the tree-flesh hidden by rough bark and hair the color of her mountainous cousins’ claws. Despite these colors, that Te’sara-zura thought of as well protected and hard, the little one was so soft.
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Musical Narrative Introduction (can be sung on spoken to chord progression background) Am B F B
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