Open Field (Wip 1) (Patreon)

Ever since Feargus and Dale were kids, it wasn’t uncommon for them to play until the sun went down.

As the sunset washes over the grassy lands, marking another full day passing, it acts as a backdrop to the sound of plucked and brushed strings emitting from an open field. Feargus and Dale play on and on in tandem while hollaring and singing.

It was a symphony. Not just the guitar and fiddle; but the wind-rustling grass, the crickets beginning to chirp, the light softly glowing off each other’s faces. Playing music together like this was when they felt most connected to each other. It’s when the world made the most sense.