Arafed woman sitting on a tree trunk in a forest

A young woman, her face adorned with a playful smile, as she clutches her trusty traveling lute close to her chest. Dressed in practical attire typical of the Dark Ages, she wears a simple, long-sleeved tunic and loose-fitting trousers tucked into tall leather boots. Her honey-blonde hair is pulled back into a practical braid, secured with a leather thong, and a few errant strands dance around her face in the wind. Surrounded by the lush, green landscape of a forest clearing, she stands beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching toward the sky like outstretched arms. The sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows across her face and clothing. As a medieval bard, she has traveled far and wide, sharing stories and songs with those she meets along the way, earning her keep and experiencing the world in all its beauty and harshness. Now, she takes a moment to rest and compose a new tune, her fingers idly strumming the strings of her lute as she gazes off into the distance, lost in thought.
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A young woman
,
her face adorned with a playful smile
,
as she clutches her trusty traveling lute close to her chest
.
Dressed in practical attire typical of the Dark Ages
,
she wears a simple
,
long-sleeved tunic and loose-fitting trousers tucked into tall leather boots
.
Her honey-blonde hair is pulled back into a practical braid
,
secured with a leather thong
,
and a few errant strands dance around her face in the wind
.
Surrounded by the lush
,
green landscape of a forest clearing
,
she stands beneath the shade of a towering oak tree
,
its gnarled branches reaching toward the sky like outstretched arms
.
The sunlight filters through the canopy above
,
casting dappled shadows across her face and clothing
.
As a medieval bard
,
she has traveled far and wide
,
sharing stories and songs with those she meets along the way
,
earning her keep and experiencing the world in all its beauty and harshness
.
Now
,
she takes a moment to rest and compose a new tune
,
her fingers idly strumming the strings of her lute as she gazes off into the distance
,
lost in thought
.
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Toon Babes

LORA
Bearly Medieval Oil Painting - Style LORA
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