I own nuthin but Starling. Enjoy!!!!
I sat in my studio, doodling in an old notebook. I was a world famous artist, mostly for my human like sketches of random people I've seen. The notebook was got me famous, but I kept it anyways. Nowadays, my work are of normal everyday people, but the book was full of mermaids, elves, and gods from many myths. I was emerged in a drawing of a man, I wasn't really going off of a mythical god or anything, when I heard a knock at my door. I sighed, an artist is always needed at the most unlikely of times.
I got up and opened the door to find an old man standing there. His clothes weren't in the best shape, his graying hair was long and tangled. But the strangest thing was his eyes. One was covered by an eyepatch, but the other was bright blue and it felt like it was searching me. He coughed and I snapped out of my daze, giving him a small smile.
"Good evening sir, what brings you to my studio at this late date?"
"Yes, my name is Odin, and I was wondering if you could draw me a sketch for each of my sons. I haven't seen them in a while and I just want to be reminded of how they looked when they were young and innocent."
I nodded and let him in. I took two sheets of paper from a different notebook and gave him my seat. I took another chair from the other side of the room and said
"Alright Mr. Odin, would you please describe them to me?"
And he did in great detail. Not that it was necessary. I could piece together small details really well and still get my clients wanted results, but Odin's description helped me create what was probably my finest pieces. The elder son Odin told me about was strong, but a softie to his little brother. The younger was quick witted and sharp tounged according to him. I gave him the sketches and he placed a hand inside his coat.
"Sir, it's alright. You don't have to pay me for this."
He waved his hand and said, "Please, I insist." He then pulled out a ornate cane, carved like there were flowers, vines, and leaves. He smiled as I marveled the incredible details and placed it in my hands.
"From one artist to another, I hope that this will help you through life." I looked up to thank him but he had vanished. Some disappearing act. I almost thought that it was a dream but two things proved me wrong. 1. The cane he gave me was still in my hands, and 2. On the floor were exact copies of the boys I sketched for him just minutes earlier.
So what do y'all think of this idea? Happy Memorial Day by the way!!!! Laters!!!