Finally one day she asked her friends. How can I be like you? I want 4 graceful legs to prance on, ears to hear the gentle talk of the pine fairies, and someone to love me just like the meadow lark.
The others laughed at her. You are not special enough to be part of us. You were born to live alone.
How do I become special? she asked.
They whispered amongst each other. You must climb the tallest hill and ask the great lord of the night stars to grant your wish. If your heart is pure you shall get what you want.
She smiled happily and set off for the hill.
This is a inked page from my story book I wrote along with the words for that page. It's going to be colored in a washed flat color look. The story is about a human girl living amongst a tribe of centaur. It's all about her wanting to fit in amongst them.
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