A melodious tune blasted out from the saxophone and filled the atmosphere.
The mood crafted by this tune was neither tranquil nor graceful as the elves' adore. Instead, it released a strong bearing of a mighty gust blowing fiercely against majestic snowy mountain peaks!
Voluminous and endless, yet clear without sloppiness. It deserved convinced praises.
Franklin gradually skipped along the white pebble path as he blew, nodding and smiling at anyone he saw. The sound of the saxophone blended perfectly with the running stream water beside.
While playing his instrument, a thin halo extended out from his body as the rippling tune stretched through all corners; particularly concentrated towards the residence of the twilight elf.
At present, Melody was reclining on a branch-woven couch. Soft green leaves and vines tired around the branches, making it firm yet supple. Bubbles emerged from the clear waters beside her as tiny fishes and prawns swam around happily.
