Mythological tales

A gentle ripple of the mellow river passed through the grassy surrounding it. The grass was ripely green and flowing in the soft breeze. The breeze was silent yet made some effect on the beautiful landscape. A man sat down in respect of his surroundings. He was gentle strumming a soothing tune on his guitar as he kept his deep brown eyes concentrated on looking at the river flow. His hands played with perfect precision and plucked the strings without strain. His brown hair slid by his cheeks. His face seemed expressionless as he continued with his tune. Nothing else mattered to him apart from the atmosphere he was experiencing. He was in the moment. From a small distance behind the man, there was a figure of long, ash and grey hair. As the man continued to play his guitar, the figure walked away yet still keeping an eye on the guitar player.