Tico lifted his nose to the breeze and inhaled long and deep. The air was so clean out here in the dandelion fields it was nearly intoxicating, and Tico could not get enough of it. His business had kept him too long in Edonia, where the city air was heavy with smells from the marketplace, compost heaps and fireplaces. Tico was glad to get out of the elf city and back into the wilderness he called home. His mount, Viridis, seemed more at ease as well. Within the city, the narrow streets forced Tico to keep him reined in and walking at a slow, ambling gait. But out here in the dandelion fields, Viridis could move with all the speed and distance his grasshopper blood craved. They both paused a moment longer to enjoy the breeze, and then bounded off into the tallgrass, in search of a new adventure.
I drew this picture in pencil in the lunchroom of my workplace while I was on break. I like it so much I'm afraid to ink it, because I don't want to change it. So I'm putting it up as is. The basic premise is just what it looks like: an elf cowboy riding a grasshopper. The story I just added now, mainly because I haven't written a description story in a while and thought this piece might benefit from one!