Familiar: The Nymph and the Hunter Tapestry

This was a scene inspired by a short story prompted by the single word "familiar." Story below if you're interested :) The spongy, wet moss beneath her feet. The light filtering gently down through the canopy of the trees, akin to a soft, glimmering haze surrounding her. The smell of decomposing foliage clinging to the moist air, enveloping her. She peered down into the glassy lake, crouching low, her pointed ears alert. A worn, wisened face looked back at her. It was a familiar yet distant image. She contemplated where her youth had gone, when wrinkles began folding her face and forming a new story. He observed her from the distant tree line. He wondered what she was staring so intently at in the lake. Though he had never se...