"< Asterval XII >
The forest is sure mesmerizing, that's right. I could only imagine what it's like in Odilmari, the hanging lavender, ash trees, bumble bees, appaloosa foals, harps... A harp? It looks old and worn, used, and intact, surprisingly." 'So it's true' he thought, 'it's really true.' Alto finished mumbling to himself, closing his journal in which he was writing.
He curiously started hopping from stone to stone, careful not to get his vest damp, across the chilling stream. As he reached the other side, he noticed the harp was made of some copper like material as the top was heavily oxidized slowly fading to the normal copper color. And the strings were an odd yellow but matched the teal and brozn. They looked to be made from horse hair or fluffy spider silk as they were soft to the touch.
"<Asterval XII Later>
The harp looks to be made of copper and silk, playing it makes a lovely...... roaring sound. Majestic, but strange its out here alone. Who could this have belonged to? Reeks of....... roses? Not that I do not like roses, no. It is just to the point of a foul smell, very overpowering to say the least." He finished whispering to himself, closing the book but instantly flinched knowing the ink would smudge.
