[MJ] Design Your Own Wind Rep! | Quests & Challenges

Zefia was flying around the Reedcleft Ascent. The sun was bright, and there was a gentle breeze that ruffled her feathers as she flew. She landed on a small hill and looked at the surrounding area. The bamboo grew tall and she could see small birds flying around. Suddenly Zefia heard a sound in the bamboo. She crept closer, but leapt back in suprise as a Wind sprite tumbled out of the bamboo.

The Wind sprite stood up and looked at Zefia. Zefia tilted her head. "Who are you?" She asked

"My name is Tempest!" The Wind sprite replied.

Zefia blinked. "Hello, Tempest. My name is Zefia. What were you doing in the bamboo?"

"I was wandering around when a strong wind suddenly knocked me into the bamboo." Tempest replied.

Zefia frowned. "You're a Wind sprite, how would the wind knock you onto the ground?"

"It was sudden and I was caugh off guard." Tempest said.

"Oh." Zefia looked up at the sky. The winds hadn't seemed that strong earlier, but maybe that was just the area she was in.

"Anyway," Tempest said. "I'm going to go now, care to join me?"

Zefia shook her head. "I would love to, but not today. Maybe another time?"

Tempest smiled. "Ok, see you later!" She said and took off. Zefia stood there for a moment, before flying in a different direction.

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Zefia was flying around the Reedcleft Ascent. The sun was bright, and there was a gentle breeze that ruffled her feathers as she flew. She landed on a small hill and looked at the surrounding area. The bamboo grew tall and she could see small birds flying around. Suddenly Zefia heard a sound in the bamboo. She crept closer, but leapt back in suprise as a Wind sprite tumbled out of the bamboo.

The Wind sprite stood up and looked at Zefia. Zefia tilted her head. "Who are you?" She asked

"My name is Tempest!" The Wind sprite replied.

Zefia blinked. "Hello, Tempest. My name is Zefia. What were you doing in the bamboo?"

"I was wandering around when a strong wind suddenly knocked me into the bamboo." Tempest replied.

Zefia frowned. "You're a Wind sprite, how would the wind knock you onto the ground?"

"It was sudden and I was caugh off guard." Tempest said.

"Oh." Zefia looked up at the sky. The winds hadn't seemed that strong earlier, but maybe that was just the area she was in.

"Anyway," Tempest said. "I'm going to go now, care to join me?"

Zefia shook her head. "I would love to, but not today. Maybe another time?"

Tempest smiled. "Ok, see you later!" She said and took off. Zefia stood there for a moment, before flying in a different direction.

call me Myth or Sinclair, he/him

[b]Challenge 6: Aquila meets Tempest[/b] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=84&bodygene=10&breed=13&element=3&gender=1&tert=128&tertgene=10&winggene=13&wings=144&auth=87aa55392e4604e5dfed6ac77547780034364af0&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [b]Aquila[/b] [i]The Eagle of the Windswept Plateau[/i][/center] ------- [b]Recap:[/b] As always, the link to my previous post is [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2144860/37#post_26425071][b]HERE[/b][/url]. It is Day 7 of Tempest's journey. She is in the Viridian Labyrinth, having just discovered the secrets of the blooming flower and completing part of her magical map. Aquila has established a well-traveled route from the Rosy Mists in the Viridian Labyrinth to the Windswept Plateau, in order to escort Wind dragons safely home, or safely to a home away from home. She is setting off on another of her expeditions south when our story begins. However, this time, the story is a little different... [center][item=Wind Sprite][/center] ------- [b]A Tempestuous Flight Through the Labyrinth[/b] You find yourself in the woods. All around you are the most fantastic flora you can imagine: blooming flowers the size of dragons; thick, woody vines hanging from tightly-clumped groups of trees; and larger trees that have claimed entire areas for themselves that are surely hundreds of years old. The smell of roses permeates the area through a faint mist. A small green sprite flies down from a tree above you and alights on your shoulder. It sits there for a second in silence, waiting for the surprise to sink in before giggling and fluttering out into the air in front of you. Its little flowery tail swishes and a tiny green lyre with delicate pink strings appears in its hands. [i]"Hello, there! I know. You were expecting someone else. There's no other reason you could be here in this corner of the Rosy Mists!"[/i] She goes to sit on a branch near your eye-level before strumming a satisfying chord on her lyre. [i]"My name is Pixicato. I am, clearly, a nature sprite and not the wind sprite or the Skydancer you are looking for. But I was asked to come here and tell you their story, and so I shall."[/i] She begins to sing, her voice high but compelling. [center] [i]As Tempest left the forest She danced with jubilee For all the friends that she had made Had filled her heart with glee! But nothing could prepare her For all the turns and twists You must be careful in the Lab'rinth-- You could get lost in Rosy Mists! Even with the map she had, she couldn't find the way Her heart began to pound because she knew she'd gone astray. But! [b]Refrain[/b] Never fear, Aquila always knows the way She'll find you if you're lost or sick and keep your fear at bay. She helps the dergs of Sornieth from Lab'rinth to the Wastes Aquila, she'll be there for you no matter what it takes. So remember if you're blue, No matter where you roam, Wherever Winds may take you, You will always have a home. [b]End Refrain[/b] As you may have guessed by now, our heroes found each other. Aquila led her out of here, and they helped one another. Tempest showed Aquila the wond'rous map she had They both traded notes on the best routes that they had found. Tempest taught Aquila that her old route was quite bad! They studied the map and there was laughter all around. As we know, the Windsinger had separate plans for each Time was short and both had quite a long distance to reach. Nothing's set in stone, though, not for creatures of the Wind So if the two should will it, well, I know they'll meet again. [b]Refrain[/b] Never fear, Aquila always knows the way She'll find you if you're lost or sick and keep your fear at bay. She helps the dergs of Sornieth from Lab'rinth to the Wastes Aquila, she'll be there for you no matter what it takes. So remember if you're blue, No matter where you roam, Wherever Winds may take you, You will always have a home. [b]End Refrain[/b] [/i][/center] As the last notes of the song drift over you, you realize that the Nature Sprite has disappeared. As if coming out of a trance, you look around and begin to wonder if you imagined the whole encounter. You notice that you no longer smell roses. Your journey continues. ------- [b]Final Thoughts:[/b] Whew! What a week. I knew I wanted to be involved in ("only") one of the events for the Mistral Jamboree, but I did not expect to spend nearly this much time on it! But that is not a bad thing, it is just a testament to how much fun I had. I have never really written lore for any of my dragons (I started in the middle of this semester of grad school and have not had time enough to do it for my own benefit). And I had certainly never written song lyrics for one! I just thought it would be fun to mix it up on the last day. Thank you to *everyone* who has helped put these events together, and to anyone who has read all of the lore I have written this week. Regardless of whether I win anything or not, it was a great exercise in writing pieces of lore each day. I had a lot of fun and it got me writing again! Thank you, from the bottom of my dragon-loving heart. :) And happy Mistral Jamboree!

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Challenge 6: Aquila meets Tempest

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Aquila
The Eagle of the Windswept Plateau

Recap: As always, the link to my previous post is HERE. It is Day 7 of Tempest's journey. She is in the Viridian Labyrinth, having just discovered the secrets of the blooming flower and completing part of her magical map. Aquila has established a well-traveled route from the Rosy Mists in the Viridian Labyrinth to the Windswept Plateau, in order to escort Wind dragons safely home, or safely to a home away from home. She is setting off on another of her expeditions south when our story begins. However, this time, the story is a little different...

A Tempestuous Flight Through the Labyrinth

You find yourself in the woods. All around you are the most fantastic flora you can imagine: blooming flowers the size of dragons; thick, woody vines hanging from tightly-clumped groups of trees; and larger trees that have claimed entire areas for themselves that are surely hundreds of years old. The smell of roses permeates the area through a faint mist. A small green sprite flies down from a tree above you and alights on your shoulder. It sits there for a second in silence, waiting for the surprise to sink in before giggling and fluttering out into the air in front of you. Its little flowery tail swishes and a tiny green lyre with delicate pink strings appears in its hands. "Hello, there! I know. You were expecting someone else. There's no other reason you could be here in this corner of the Rosy Mists!" She goes to sit on a branch near your eye-level before strumming a satisfying chord on her lyre. "My name is Pixicato. I am, clearly, a nature sprite and not the wind sprite or the Skydancer you are looking for. But I was asked to come here and tell you their story, and so I shall." She begins to sing, her voice high but compelling.

As Tempest left the forest
She danced with jubilee
For all the friends that she had made
Had filled her heart with glee!

But nothing could prepare her
For all the turns and twists
You must be careful in the Lab'rinth--
You could get lost in Rosy Mists!

Even with the map she had, she couldn't find the way
Her heart began to pound because she knew she'd gone astray.
But!

Refrain
Never fear, Aquila always knows the way
She'll find you if you're lost or sick and keep your fear at bay.
She helps the dergs of Sornieth from Lab'rinth to the Wastes
Aquila, she'll be there for you no matter what it takes.

So remember if you're blue,
No matter where you roam,
Wherever Winds may take you,
You will always have a home.
End Refrain

As you may have guessed by now,
our heroes found each other.
Aquila led her out of here,
and they helped one another.

Tempest showed Aquila the wond'rous map she had
They both traded notes on the best routes that they had found.
Tempest taught Aquila that her old route was quite bad!
They studied the map and there was laughter all around.

As we know, the Windsinger had separate plans for each
Time was short and both had quite a long distance to reach.

Nothing's set in stone, though, not for creatures of the Wind
So if the two should will it, well, I know they'll meet again.

Refrain
Never fear, Aquila always knows the way
She'll find you if you're lost or sick and keep your fear at bay.
She helps the dergs of Sornieth from Lab'rinth to the Wastes
Aquila, she'll be there for you no matter what it takes.

So remember if you're blue,
No matter where you roam,
Wherever Winds may take you,
You will always have a home.
End Refrain

As the last notes of the song drift over you, you realize that the Nature Sprite has disappeared. As if coming out of a trance, you look around and begin to wonder if you imagined the whole encounter. You notice that you no longer smell roses. Your journey continues.

Final Thoughts:
Whew! What a week. I knew I wanted to be involved in ("only") one of the events for the Mistral Jamboree, but I did not expect to spend nearly this much time on it! But that is not a bad thing, it is just a testament to how much fun I had. I have never really written lore for any of my dragons (I started in the middle of this semester of grad school and have not had time enough to do it for my own benefit). And I had certainly never written song lyrics for one! I just thought it would be fun to mix it up on the last day. Thank you to *everyone* who has helped put these events together, and to anyone who has read all of the lore I have written this week. Regardless of whether I win anything or not, it was a great exercise in writing pieces of lore each day. I had a lot of fun and it got me writing again! Thank you, from the bottom of my dragon-loving heart. :) And happy Mistral Jamboree!

Last edited on Mar 31, 2017 13:25:20 by TheFairyBinary

Here's my short story, set right before the eleventh chapter of Tempest's story in the festival hub.

There was no way this just happened. Not to her!
She was a wind sprite, after all. How could a simple blizzard have caught her off guard?
Tempest had been flying across the Frigid floes, mapping out each detail carefully, but when she reached the steep cliffs that form the floes‘ rim, an icy gust had taken her by surprise and ripped the oh-so-important document right from her hands.

She had darted after it, of course, but with the thick snow making it hard to see very far, and the capricous wind forcing the map do dance away in unpredictable directions, she could never quite catch it. Always narrowly escaping her grasp, the map tumbled all the way down to the ground, where it disappeared – right into a large cart, filled to the brim with rolled up parchment.
Tempest landed on the cart‘s rim, only to stare down at the sea of paper in front of her in mild disbelief – this was bad.

She called out to the pearlcatcher pulling the cart, a female covered in thick winter clothes, but her voice was swallowed by the storm. The dragon just kept on pulling, until she reached a series of tall buildings, slender spires forming a crown over the frozen cliff.
Once past the gate, she turned to check her cart, and failed to contain a surprised gasp upon seeing her unexpected guest.

„You- you‘re a wind sprite! Oh, it‘s an honor to meet someone, right out of the Windsinger‘s court, hello!“

Before Tempest could properly introduce herself, the excited pearlcatcher had already removed her thick winter clothing, and revealed the greens and oranges of her hide, as well as the light green eyes marking her as a child of the windswept plateau.

„My name is Mistramonte, I teach here at the university – I, uh.. I was actually sent here by the Windsinger, to teach.. so, yeah – welcome to Cliffhearth!“

Shaking off the lingering cold, the wind sprite let out a chuckle, and finally spoke up.

„I‘m Tempest, hello. Actually...“ She paused briefly, motioning at the cart, still filled with various documents and a bit of melting snow. „you have something of mine in that cart.“

Tempest explained her situation to Mistramonte – that she was on a mission to map out all of Sornieth, and that her map had been snatched up by the storm while mapping the rim of the Frigid Floes. Mistramonte of course agreed to help her, embarassed that she hadn‘t noticed the sprite landing.

The two searched the cart, and sure enough, they found the map, only slightly covered in now-melted snow. Tempest thanked the pearlcatcher, and readied herself to leave, but was met with a frown.

„You can‘t leave now. Not with that blizzard still raging outside.“

Sure enough, the gate of the building they were in trembled from another strong gust, and the wind was howling through every window. Still, Tempest shook her head and beamed at Mistramonte.

„I‘ll be fine. I can handle a little wind, I‘m a wind sprite after all. Besides, I have to get this map finished before the Jamboree. I don‘t have time to wait for this storm to be over.“

„You wouldn‘t even be able to see anything, would you? Hang on, I‘m sure I‘ve got a map of the area somewhere around here. You can use that.“

With that, Mistramonte led the sprite to her study, a cozy room decorated in wind flight colors, the walls lined with shelves full of books and scrolls, from the ground to right under the ceiling. The dragon rummaged through a few of them, scooting from one end of the room to the other, and then produced a beautifully drawn map of the cliffs surrounding the university. She handed it to Tempest, and while the sprite was still admiring the artwork, lit up the small fireplace in the corner of the room.

Settling in to the cozy glow of the fire, Tempest began her work. She copied the map onto her own and when she was done, started chatting with Mistramonte. The two shared stories from home, with the dragon being very curious about what happened on the Plateau since she left, and talked about everything and nothing at all until the storm outside cleared up.

Finally, it was time for Tempest to leave – there were only a few days left until the festivities started, after all. So she waved goodbye to Mistramonte and flew further down south. When she turned around one last time, she could faintly make out the pearlcatcher‘s voice:

„I‘ll see you at the Mistral Jamboree!“

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Here's my short story, set right before the eleventh chapter of Tempest's story in the festival hub.

There was no way this just happened. Not to her!
She was a wind sprite, after all. How could a simple blizzard have caught her off guard?
Tempest had been flying across the Frigid floes, mapping out each detail carefully, but when she reached the steep cliffs that form the floes‘ rim, an icy gust had taken her by surprise and ripped the oh-so-important document right from her hands.

She had darted after it, of course, but with the thick snow making it hard to see very far, and the capricous wind forcing the map do dance away in unpredictable directions, she could never quite catch it. Always narrowly escaping her grasp, the map tumbled all the way down to the ground, where it disappeared – right into a large cart, filled to the brim with rolled up parchment.
Tempest landed on the cart‘s rim, only to stare down at the sea of paper in front of her in mild disbelief – this was bad.

She called out to the pearlcatcher pulling the cart, a female covered in thick winter clothes, but her voice was swallowed by the storm. The dragon just kept on pulling, until she reached a series of tall buildings, slender spires forming a crown over the frozen cliff.
Once past the gate, she turned to check her cart, and failed to contain a surprised gasp upon seeing her unexpected guest.

„You- you‘re a wind sprite! Oh, it‘s an honor to meet someone, right out of the Windsinger‘s court, hello!“

Before Tempest could properly introduce herself, the excited pearlcatcher had already removed her thick winter clothing, and revealed the greens and oranges of her hide, as well as the light green eyes marking her as a child of the windswept plateau.

„My name is Mistramonte, I teach here at the university – I, uh.. I was actually sent here by the Windsinger, to teach.. so, yeah – welcome to Cliffhearth!“

Shaking off the lingering cold, the wind sprite let out a chuckle, and finally spoke up.

„I‘m Tempest, hello. Actually...“ She paused briefly, motioning at the cart, still filled with various documents and a bit of melting snow. „you have something of mine in that cart.“

Tempest explained her situation to Mistramonte – that she was on a mission to map out all of Sornieth, and that her map had been snatched up by the storm while mapping the rim of the Frigid Floes. Mistramonte of course agreed to help her, embarassed that she hadn‘t noticed the sprite landing.

The two searched the cart, and sure enough, they found the map, only slightly covered in now-melted snow. Tempest thanked the pearlcatcher, and readied herself to leave, but was met with a frown.

„You can‘t leave now. Not with that blizzard still raging outside.“

Sure enough, the gate of the building they were in trembled from another strong gust, and the wind was howling through every window. Still, Tempest shook her head and beamed at Mistramonte.

„I‘ll be fine. I can handle a little wind, I‘m a wind sprite after all. Besides, I have to get this map finished before the Jamboree. I don‘t have time to wait for this storm to be over.“

„You wouldn‘t even be able to see anything, would you? Hang on, I‘m sure I‘ve got a map of the area somewhere around here. You can use that.“

With that, Mistramonte led the sprite to her study, a cozy room decorated in wind flight colors, the walls lined with shelves full of books and scrolls, from the ground to right under the ceiling. The dragon rummaged through a few of them, scooting from one end of the room to the other, and then produced a beautifully drawn map of the cliffs surrounding the university. She handed it to Tempest, and while the sprite was still admiring the artwork, lit up the small fireplace in the corner of the room.

Settling in to the cozy glow of the fire, Tempest began her work. She copied the map onto her own and when she was done, started chatting with Mistramonte. The two shared stories from home, with the dragon being very curious about what happened on the Plateau since she left, and talked about everything and nothing at all until the storm outside cleared up.

Finally, it was time for Tempest to leave – there were only a few days left until the festivities started, after all. So she waved goodbye to Mistramonte and flew further down south. When she turned around one last time, she could faintly make out the pearlcatcher‘s voice:

„I‘ll see you at the Mistral Jamboree!“

Last edited on Mar 31, 2017 11:39:39 by Impleiadic

Tempest knew she was nearing the Ashfall Waste; in the far distance she could see the scorched land and clustered vents breathing thick, black smoke. She also knew her wings were getting tired. Accustomed to traveling light, she was already feeling the burden of the satchel that was slung across her shoulders. A short rest wouldn't hurt. She fluttered down onto a small ridge, casting aside her bag and letting her body sink into the lush grass. For a few minutes she sat, savoring the warm breeze that swirled about her, till she heard a faint sound that interrupted the tranquility of the Zephyr Steppes. It sounded like a voice. Curious, Tempest peeked over the edge of the outcrop. Down below, a spiral with orange markings lay coiled, a long scroll unfurled before her and a bamboo phytocat curled up at her side. She seemed to be talking to her familiar. Snippets of the conversation floated up to Tempest: "...oh dear, I think I forgot to bring it with me... Sedge, you didn't happen to take it, did you? Oh, how foolish of me..." The spiral sounded obviously flustered and Tempest wanted to find out why. Quickly grabbing her bag, the wind sprite jumped down and approached her. "Hi there, is everything okay?" Tempest asked, waving a small paw. The spiral turned toward Tempest. She looked a bit startled at first, but her expression softened almost instantly when she saw the sprite. "Oh, little messenger," she said warmly, "you must have overhead me, yes? I traveled out here to the Zephyr Steppes to work on something for my clan, but I seem to have left behind my bottle of red ink. I was almost certain I had it with me..." "You're lucky! I've actually got a full supply of ink with me. Here, I'm more than happy to share." "Ah, how wonderful! Indeed, I am lucky you are here. Thank you very much, friend. How may I repay you?" Tempest puffed out her chest proudly, placing her paws on her hips. "No need! Just doing my duty as the Windsinger's most trusted messenger, you know." "I do admire your nobility," she replied while producing a small, leafy pack from the satchel next to her. "Are you perhaps too noble to reject an invitation to lunch?" The spiral opened the neatly wrapped pack to reveal a mouthwatering assortment of insect dishes. Tempest's eyes widened as she licked her lips and rubbed her paws together excitedly. "Of course I'm not that noble! Let's dig in!" Together they ate their fill of crunchy beetles, plump caterpillars, and soft centipedes, during which the spiral introduced herself as Sasako, while the dozing phytocat by her side was Sedge. After the meal, Tempest decided to briefly join Sedge as he basked in the cozy rays of the sun. It was an idyllic afternoon; this part of the Windswept Plateau was truly the most peaceful place in all of Sornieth. However, the soft hum of the magical map inside her bag reminded Tempest that she was still on a mission, and she ought to continue to the Ashfall Waste. She certainly didn't want to let Windsinger down! She bid farewell to her newfound friends and, just as she was preparing to fly off, Sasako handed her a small scroll. "A message for Windsinger," she explained, "and only him! Please, keep it safe and make sure it ends up in his claws. I am counting on you, little messenger!" With a smart salute, Tempest launched into the sky, tucking the scroll away into her bag. [br] ----- [br] For Windsinger only, huh? Tempest was curious. Immensely curious. As she toured Sornieth, filling in her map, her curiosity only grew until it finally got the best of her. Shooting furtive glances left and right, she pulled the scroll from her bag and opened it carefully. Nothing. It was blank! She brought it close to her face, squinting hard. She was positive there was no message whatsoever. Was Sasako pulling a prank on her? She wondered if it really was a secret message for Windsinger. Snorting sourly, she stuffed the scroll back into her satchel. And yet, she was still curious. Over the course of her journey, she tried several things to uncover the message on the scroll: wind magic, reading it by the light of the Tangled Wood's glowing mushrooms, examining it beneath the many telescopes at Starfall Isles. She asked the scholars of the Sunbeam Ruins if they knew how to decipher it, but they were unfamiliar with the scroll's code. By the time she was finished mapping out the various regions of Sornieth, she was no closer to knowing if there truly was a message on the scroll or not. She returned to the Cloudsong and presented Windsinger with the completed map. She also handed over the mysterious note, as Sasako had entrusted her with delivering it -- even if it [i]was[/i] just a blank piece of paper. "Someone I met during my trip asked me to give this message to you, sir," Tempest explained. "I... I'm not sure what it is!" Windsinger inspected the scroll much like she did when she had first opened it. [i]Great![/i] she thought. [i]Not even he knows how to read it![/i] "Looks a bit battered," he remarked, turning to Tempest with a playful twinkle in his eye. "You didn't open it, did you?" She started a bit and waved her paws frantically. "Ah! No, no. It, uh, just got... a little weathered along the way." Windsinger looked back to the scroll and inhaled deeply through his nose. Tempest spoke up: "Sir, I already tried wind magic--" She squeaked and covered her mouth, cutting herself off quickly. He flashed her a clever grin. "Oh? Did you say something?" She shook her head furiously as a deep red colour spread across her cheeks. Windsinger merely chuckled and took another deep breath, emiting a swathe of lime-green flames that burnt the scroll to ashes within moments. "Windsinger, what are you doing?" Tempest cried out. "I want to read it, of course!" Where the parchment had been, Tempest watched as wispy words slowly appeared, floating in the air. The wind sprite hovered closer, eyes wide with wonder. "So there [i]was[/i] a message after all! Sir, how did you know what to do?" He snorted mirthfully. "This type of invisible ink is only something I could invent! I'm surprised someone was able to get their claws on it, quite uncommon these days." "What's the message, then?" "See for yourself!" Tempest looked back to the floating message: [i]"Dearest Windsinger, You are hereby cordially invited to the booth of Clan Transience, hosted at this year's Mistral Jamboree. We look forward to seeing you!"[/i] "That's all?" she scoffed. "An invitation?" "There might be more," Windsinger mused, "written on the back. Perhaps you should take a look?" Although she doubted Windsinger's suggestion, she fluttered around to the other side of the writing -- only to be pleasantly surprised! There, in bright red ink, a message for [i]her[/i]: [img]http://i.imgur.com/QpSXTqW.png[/img]

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Tempest knew she was nearing the Ashfall Waste; in the far distance she could see the scorched land and clustered vents breathing thick, black smoke. She also knew her wings were getting tired. Accustomed to traveling light, she was already feeling the burden of the satchel that was slung across her shoulders. A short rest wouldn't hurt.

She fluttered down onto a small ridge, casting aside her bag and letting her body sink into the lush grass. For a few minutes she sat, savoring the warm breeze that swirled about her, till she heard a faint sound that interrupted the tranquility of the Zephyr Steppes. It sounded like a voice.

Curious, Tempest peeked over the edge of the outcrop. Down below, a spiral with orange markings lay coiled, a long scroll unfurled before her and a bamboo phytocat curled up at her side. She seemed to be talking to her familiar. Snippets of the conversation floated up to Tempest: "...oh dear, I think I forgot to bring it with me... Sedge, you didn't happen to take it, did you? Oh, how foolish of me..."

The spiral sounded obviously flustered and Tempest wanted to find out why. Quickly grabbing her bag, the wind sprite jumped down and approached her.

"Hi there, is everything okay?" Tempest asked, waving a small paw.

The spiral turned toward Tempest. She looked a bit startled at first, but her expression softened almost instantly when she saw the sprite.

"Oh, little messenger," she said warmly, "you must have overhead me, yes? I traveled out here to the Zephyr Steppes to work on something for my clan, but I seem to have left behind my bottle of red ink. I was almost certain I had it with me..."

"You're lucky! I've actually got a full supply of ink with me. Here, I'm more than happy to share."

"Ah, how wonderful! Indeed, I am lucky you are here. Thank you very much, friend. How may I repay you?"

Tempest puffed out her chest proudly, placing her paws on her hips. "No need! Just doing my duty as the Windsinger's most trusted messenger, you know."

"I do admire your nobility," she replied while producing a small, leafy pack from the satchel next to her. "Are you perhaps too noble to reject an invitation to lunch?"

The spiral opened the neatly wrapped pack to reveal a mouthwatering assortment of insect dishes. Tempest's eyes widened as she licked her lips and rubbed her paws together excitedly. "Of course I'm not that noble! Let's dig in!"

Together they ate their fill of crunchy beetles, plump caterpillars, and soft centipedes, during which the spiral introduced herself as Sasako, while the dozing phytocat by her side was Sedge. After the meal, Tempest decided to briefly join Sedge as he basked in the cozy rays of the sun. It was an idyllic afternoon; this part of the Windswept Plateau was truly the most peaceful place in all of Sornieth.

However, the soft hum of the magical map inside her bag reminded Tempest that she was still on a mission, and she ought to continue to the Ashfall Waste. She certainly didn't want to let Windsinger down! She bid farewell to her newfound friends and, just as she was preparing to fly off, Sasako handed her a small scroll.

"A message for Windsinger," she explained, "and only him! Please, keep it safe and make sure it ends up in his claws. I am counting on you, little messenger!"

With a smart salute, Tempest launched into the sky, tucking the scroll away into her bag.

For Windsinger only, huh?

Tempest was curious. Immensely curious. As she toured Sornieth, filling in her map, her curiosity only grew until it finally got the best of her. Shooting furtive glances left and right, she pulled the scroll from her bag and opened it carefully.

Nothing. It was blank! She brought it close to her face, squinting hard. She was positive there was no message whatsoever. Was Sasako pulling a prank on her? She wondered if it really was a secret message for Windsinger. Snorting sourly, she stuffed the scroll back into her satchel.

And yet, she was still curious. Over the course of her journey, she tried several things to uncover the message on the scroll: wind magic, reading it by the light of the Tangled Wood's glowing mushrooms, examining it beneath the many telescopes at Starfall Isles. She asked the scholars of the Sunbeam Ruins if they knew how to decipher it, but they were unfamiliar with the scroll's code. By the time she was finished mapping out the various regions of Sornieth, she was no closer to knowing if there truly was a message on the scroll or not.

She returned to the Cloudsong and presented Windsinger with the completed map. She also handed over the mysterious note, as Sasako had entrusted her with delivering it -- even if it was just a blank piece of paper.

"Someone I met during my trip asked me to give this message to you, sir," Tempest explained. "I... I'm not sure what it is!"

Windsinger inspected the scroll much like she did when she had first opened it. Great! she thought. Not even he knows how to read it!

"Looks a bit battered," he remarked, turning to Tempest with a playful twinkle in his eye. "You didn't open it, did you?"

She started a bit and waved her paws frantically. "Ah! No, no. It, uh, just got... a little weathered along the way."

Windsinger looked back to the scroll and inhaled deeply through his nose. Tempest spoke up: "Sir, I already tried wind magic--" She squeaked and covered her mouth, cutting herself off quickly.

He flashed her a clever grin. "Oh? Did you say something?"

She shook her head furiously as a deep red colour spread across her cheeks. Windsinger merely chuckled and took another deep breath, emiting a swathe of lime-green flames that burnt the scroll to ashes within moments.

"Windsinger, what are you doing?" Tempest cried out.

"I want to read it, of course!"

Where the parchment had been, Tempest watched as wispy words slowly appeared, floating in the air. The wind sprite hovered closer, eyes wide with wonder.

"So there was a message after all! Sir, how did you know what to do?"

He snorted mirthfully. "This type of invisible ink is only something I could invent! I'm surprised someone was able to get their claws on it, quite uncommon these days."

"What's the message, then?"

"See for yourself!"

Tempest looked back to the floating message:

"Dearest Windsinger,
You are hereby cordially invited to the booth of Clan Transience, hosted at this year's Mistral Jamboree. We look forward to seeing you!"

"That's all?" she scoffed. "An invitation?"

"There might be more," Windsinger mused, "written on the back. Perhaps you should take a look?"

Although she doubted Windsinger's suggestion, she fluttered around to the other side of the writing -- only to be pleasantly surprised! There, in bright red ink, a message for her:

Yeah...this is another pass from me. *shrug*

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Yeah...this is another pass from me. *shrug*

NOTE: Dergs in my lair with scries are just ideas, & are subject to change/not final.

Anemoi met the little Wind Sprite in the land where thunderstorms ruled and the air reeked of metal.

"A child of the Windsinger! My name is Anemoi, and I am honored to make your acquaintance," the Coatl spoke and made a little bow.

The sprite giggled. "Oh, no need to bow! My name is Tempest! It's nice to meet you, Anemoi. What brings you here to the Shifting Expanse?"

Anemoi smiled; she liked the joyful little being. She pointed a claw at the quill her hummingbird familiar carried for her. "I and Kaikias are here to try and complete a map of the Lightning Farm.
We had a few problems though, because that storm always blew our pergaments away and the Lightning dragons were so upset about the Tempest Spire dysfunction that they shooed us away. We were waiting for the storm to pass, and then you fixed the problem! Many thanks from our side, too!"

Tempest looked at the Coatl in astonishment. "What, you're creating a map, too? What a coincidence! The Windsinger sent me to complete this map of Sornieth, and my next destination will be the Tidelord's domain!"

Now it was Anemoi's turn to look astonished. "The Sea of a Thousand Currents? That's exactly where I will be headed once I finish my map! If you have a little bit of time, we could travel together!"
The Wind Sprite shifted nervously. "My timeframe is a bit ...tight, to be honest. I need to finish my map before the Mistral Jamboree begins, and I still have lots of places to travel..."

"Oh, no problem, I understand. I wish you lots of luck with your task! It was great talking to you! Please pass my greetings to the Windsinger when you see him," Anemoi smiled and hugged Tempest. "And if you ever have some time, feel free to visit the Thonis Protectorate! I'm sure we'll meet again!"

Waving, they bid their farewell to each other and each continued their task, looking forward to seeing each other again eventually.

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Anemoi met the little Wind Sprite in the land where thunderstorms ruled and the air reeked of metal.

"A child of the Windsinger! My name is Anemoi, and I am honored to make your acquaintance," the Coatl spoke and made a little bow.

The sprite giggled. "Oh, no need to bow! My name is Tempest! It's nice to meet you, Anemoi. What brings you here to the Shifting Expanse?"

Anemoi smiled; she liked the joyful little being. She pointed a claw at the quill her hummingbird familiar carried for her. "I and Kaikias are here to try and complete a map of the Lightning Farm.
We had a few problems though, because that storm always blew our pergaments away and the Lightning dragons were so upset about the Tempest Spire dysfunction that they shooed us away. We were waiting for the storm to pass, and then you fixed the problem! Many thanks from our side, too!"

Tempest looked at the Coatl in astonishment. "What, you're creating a map, too? What a coincidence! The Windsinger sent me to complete this map of Sornieth, and my next destination will be the Tidelord's domain!"

Now it was Anemoi's turn to look astonished. "The Sea of a Thousand Currents? That's exactly where I will be headed once I finish my map! If you have a little bit of time, we could travel together!"
The Wind Sprite shifted nervously. "My timeframe is a bit ...tight, to be honest. I need to finish my map before the Mistral Jamboree begins, and I still have lots of places to travel..."

"Oh, no problem, I understand. I wish you lots of luck with your task! It was great talking to you! Please pass my greetings to the Windsinger when you see him," Anemoi smiled and hugged Tempest. "And if you ever have some time, feel free to visit the Thonis Protectorate! I'm sure we'll meet again!"

Waving, they bid their farewell to each other and each continued their task, looking forward to seeing each other again eventually.

"Tempest, Tempest, don't go yet, the hatchlings are playing in the rough waves" She was nearing the person that was chanting. The sound whistled towards her from somewhere still deeper in the Viridian Labyrinth. "If you stay, you starve, if you go, they drown" It was a terrible lyric with a merry melody. She could not make up her mind if she should be curious or creeped out, but she continued. "Oh Tempest what will you do?" The verse ended. She waited.

"Tempest, Tempest, the snapper is balancing on the cliff" The song started again and she did, too. She moved swiftly among the trees, gaining on the source. "If you disappear, he will fall, if you use wind, you will be drained" She could see movement ahead and slowed down. The song would soon conclude. "Oh Tempest you are a one-trick". Before the wind sprite could start on a new verse she rinsed her troat and started one of her own, in the same merry tune with the voice she had been listening to for hours already.

"Tempest, Tempest, why so merry tune to sad words?
If you are sad, then tell me. If you are scared, then search me.
Oh Tempest, why sing alone?" She stopped for a moment to let the sprite respond.

"Wind, Gale, they all should obey but do not.
If I use it, I will loose it,
the ability, my name of wind.
I am a use and discard." Shocked that what the sprite was telling her, she took up the merry tune for another verse.

"Tempest, Wind sprite, do all of you get drained?
If magicless, you still have soul.
If homeless, the Wind will guide you
to the place by the Tall Trees."

"Hurricane, Breeze, all others keep their magic.
Only me, I've left in shame.
But home, I long for it.
Miranda, Miranda, I'll find the Flower one day." The sprite stilled. She knew Miranda's name? How, she wondered, but did not ask. In her own voice she said "Even if you can't use magic more than once you are still a wind sprite. You are elemental. You can still feel the wind, can't you? You knew I was listening to your miserably merry song. You are still a part of the wind, you just don't see it because you can't use it. Don't try to grab it, just... flow along, let it guide you." The sprite looked at her with suspision. "I know your nature, and your arguments. But you don't know how it is to have something, then have it taken away." Miranda closed her eyes and felt Oscar gripping tightly on her scarf. "I may not know it, but I know how to meet new people and fall in love with them. Even now I can't bear to see you sad. Will you come with us?" She opened her eyes to see the wind sprite was standing 3 steps closer. "I will visit, but you may or may not be there at the time. I have never been to your clan, but maybe dragonkind have progressed in the art of healing since I fled." She seemed to think for a while. "I still have about 20 points worth of what dragons call breath. I can't rebuild it, so I'll takea slower route. And your journey is not a straight line so I may arrive before you." She smiled mischeviously as she said it, and Miranda could feel hope building up. "It's a race, then. You take the straightest covered route and I'll take the route Hotdad decides for me." Asshe neared the clearing she could hear a faint whisper from the forest behind her.

"Miranda, Oscar, who will win the race?
One is fast, but easily distracted.
One is slow, but determined.
Oh Tempest, you will go home"

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"Tempest, Tempest, don't go yet, the hatchlings are playing in the rough waves" She was nearing the person that was chanting. The sound whistled towards her from somewhere still deeper in the Viridian Labyrinth. "If you stay, you starve, if you go, they drown" It was a terrible lyric with a merry melody. She could not make up her mind if she should be curious or creeped out, but she continued. "Oh Tempest what will you do?" The verse ended. She waited.

"Tempest, Tempest, the snapper is balancing on the cliff" The song started again and she did, too. She moved swiftly among the trees, gaining on the source. "If you disappear, he will fall, if you use wind, you will be drained" She could see movement ahead and slowed down. The song would soon conclude. "Oh Tempest you are a one-trick". Before the wind sprite could start on a new verse she rinsed her troat and started one of her own, in the same merry tune with the voice she had been listening to for hours already.

"Tempest, Tempest, why so merry tune to sad words?
If you are sad, then tell me. If you are scared, then search me.
Oh Tempest, why sing alone?" She stopped for a moment to let the sprite respond.

"Wind, Gale, they all should obey but do not.
If I use it, I will loose it,
the ability, my name of wind.
I am a use and discard." Shocked that what the sprite was telling her, she took up the merry tune for another verse.

"Tempest, Wind sprite, do all of you get drained?
If magicless, you still have soul.
If homeless, the Wind will guide you
to the place by the Tall Trees."

"Hurricane, Breeze, all others keep their magic.
Only me, I've left in shame.
But home, I long for it.
Miranda, Miranda, I'll find the Flower one day." The sprite stilled. She knew Miranda's name? How, she wondered, but did not ask. In her own voice she said "Even if you can't use magic more than once you are still a wind sprite. You are elemental. You can still feel the wind, can't you? You knew I was listening to your miserably merry song. You are still a part of the wind, you just don't see it because you can't use it. Don't try to grab it, just... flow along, let it guide you." The sprite looked at her with suspision. "I know your nature, and your arguments. But you don't know how it is to have something, then have it taken away." Miranda closed her eyes and felt Oscar gripping tightly on her scarf. "I may not know it, but I know how to meet new people and fall in love with them. Even now I can't bear to see you sad. Will you come with us?" She opened her eyes to see the wind sprite was standing 3 steps closer. "I will visit, but you may or may not be there at the time. I have never been to your clan, but maybe dragonkind have progressed in the art of healing since I fled." She seemed to think for a while. "I still have about 20 points worth of what dragons call breath. I can't rebuild it, so I'll takea slower route. And your journey is not a straight line so I may arrive before you." She smiled mischeviously as she said it, and Miranda could feel hope building up. "It's a race, then. You take the straightest covered route and I'll take the route Hotdad decides for me." Asshe neared the clearing she could hear a faint whisper from the forest behind her.

"Miranda, Oscar, who will win the race?
One is fast, but easily distracted.
One is slow, but determined.
Oh Tempest, you will go home"

Need more den tasks and den gem slots. Too many pretty dragons and I'm all maxed out. I have a dragon hoarding problem.

[center][img]http://40.media.tumblr.com/13b1306299052bd8661bad92febbdde9/tumblr_inline_o21bnbQvyI1r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [size=6][font=Gabriola]Once upon a time...[/font][/size] ...there was a spiral dragon who loved to travel the world of Sorneth. She was always on a new adventure, seeing new places and making new friends, but she always made sure to return to her clan in the northern part of the Windswept Plateau to tell them about her experiences. One day, the spiral was making her way across the lands to visit her friend in the Tangled Woods when she suddenly encountered an unexpected problem. The road she usually travelled on through the Sea of a Thousand Currents was unavailable due to a powerful storm, and instead of taking the long way around the spiral decided to take a shortcut through the Scarred Wasteland. She usually never travelled these deadly lands without the proper preparations, but she was impatient and didn't want to lose time. Little did she know the danger she was going to face. As the spiral was making her way across the Abiding Boneyard, she made sure to always steer right in order to keep away from the cauldron at the heart of the region, but it was harder than she had expected. Unequipped and all alone, the arid, growing wastes started to look the same wherever she turned and she was feeling disoriented from the infectious fumes. It was becoming harder and harder to fly in any direction and eventually the spiral landed on the ground. Alien roots and branches entwined her arms and legs, but she was too tired to fight them. The spiral was beginning to think this was the end, her last journey. She cursed her impatience and impulsive behaviour, as she was becoming less and less able to move. She was just about to give up, when suddenly, a green shape appeared in the distance. It was coming closer and closer, so the spiral used the last of her energy to call out for help. The shape had heard her cry for help, and the spiral could feel a strong wind as the shape approached her. The spiral could not believe her eyes as she realised what the green shape was. "A wind sprite." The spiral said in disbelief and awe. "Hi, I'm Tempest." The sprite said, observing the spiral with a confounded look on her face. "You, my friend, look like you could use some help." "Indeed." The spiral replied, trying to move her body, but the roots were holding her too tight. "Well, fear not, my fair maiden, for I will be your knight in white! Or, well, green!" The sprite said with a smile, as she summoned the strongest and most concentrated wind the spiral had ever felt. The roots and branches could not hold against the strong wind, and after just three tries the spiral was free. "Thank you so much, Tempest." The spiral said with relief in her voice. She could finally breathe again. The sprite nodded in return. "I think I'll do you one more favour before I continue mapping this region." Tempest then said, while she started to summon another strong wind. The spiral understood what the sprite had in mind, and she prepared for a journey like she had never experienced before. "Who said chivalry is dead?" The spiral commented with a smile, just before being sent on her way by the sprite. They waved 'good bye' to each other, both smiling. The wind carried her as far as the edge of the Tangled Wood. Relieved and grateful she entered the dark domains of the Shadowbinder. For this journey, she was well prepared, and she promised herself to never let impatience cloud her judgement again. For she couldn't always expect a knight in shining armour to appear and save her, even if she felt blessed to have crossed paths with such a magnificent creature. Even if just for a moment... [size=6][font=Gabriola]The End[/font][/size] [img]http://40.media.tumblr.com/13b1306299052bd8661bad92febbdde9/tumblr_inline_o21bnbQvyI1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center]

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Once upon a time...

...there was a spiral dragon who loved to travel the world of Sorneth. She was always on a new adventure, seeing new places and making new friends, but she always made sure to return to her clan in the northern part of the Windswept Plateau to tell them about her experiences.

One day, the spiral was making her way across the lands to visit her friend in the Tangled Woods when she suddenly encountered an unexpected problem. The road she usually travelled on through the Sea of a Thousand Currents was unavailable due to a powerful storm, and instead of taking the long way around the spiral decided to take a shortcut through the Scarred Wasteland. She usually never travelled these deadly lands without the proper preparations, but she was impatient and didn't want to lose time. Little did she know the danger she was going to face.

As the spiral was making her way across the Abiding Boneyard, she made sure to always steer right in order to keep away from the cauldron at the heart of the region, but it was harder than she had expected. Unequipped and all alone, the arid, growing wastes started to look the same wherever she turned and she was feeling disoriented from the infectious fumes. It was becoming harder and harder to fly in any direction and eventually the spiral landed on the ground. Alien roots and branches entwined her arms and legs, but she was too tired to fight them.

The spiral was beginning to think this was the end, her last journey. She cursed her impatience and impulsive behaviour, as she was becoming less and less able to move. She was just about to give up, when suddenly, a green shape appeared in the distance. It was coming closer and closer, so the spiral used the last of her energy to call out for help. The shape had heard her cry for help, and the spiral could feel a strong wind as the shape approached her. The spiral could not believe her eyes as she realised what the green shape was.

"A wind sprite." The spiral said in disbelief and awe.

"Hi, I'm Tempest." The sprite said, observing the spiral with a confounded look on her face. "You, my friend, look like you could use some help."

"Indeed." The spiral replied, trying to move her body, but the roots were holding her too tight.

"Well, fear not, my fair maiden, for I will be your knight in white! Or, well, green!" The sprite said with a smile, as she summoned the strongest and most concentrated wind the spiral had ever felt. The roots and branches could not hold against the strong wind, and after just three tries the spiral was free.

"Thank you so much, Tempest." The spiral said with relief in her voice. She could finally breathe again.

The sprite nodded in return. "I think I'll do you one more favour before I continue mapping this region." Tempest then said, while she started to summon another strong wind.

The spiral understood what the sprite had in mind, and she prepared for a journey like she had never experienced before. "Who said chivalry is dead?" The spiral commented with a smile, just before being sent on her way by the sprite. They waved 'good bye' to each other, both smiling.

The wind carried her as far as the edge of the Tangled Wood. Relieved and grateful she entered the dark domains of the Shadowbinder. For this journey, she was well prepared, and she promised herself to never let impatience cloud her judgement again. For she couldn't always expect a knight in shining armour to appear and save her, even if she felt blessed to have crossed paths with such a magnificent creature. Even if just for a moment...

The End

Sunfish sat on the shore with her new close friend, Dewdrop. Both were admiring the waves on the surface, sloshing back and forth as if the waves were dancing.

Dewdrop turned to her friend. "Sunfish, wanna go grab--" She cut herself off. Sunfish was still staring off into the distance.

"Oh.. Oh, Sunfish.." She went to start to hug her friend before Sunfish cut her off.

"Dewdrop, it's not that. Look."

Sunfish pointed to a shape on the horizon.

Dewdrop, squinting hard, could identify the creature as a Tradewinds Gull. It flapped towards Sunfish, almost as if it was running to her.

Sunfish laughed. "Zeus!" The Tradewinds Gull swooped down and landed on her shoulder like a pirate's parrot.

"You-- you know this gull?" Dewdrop said, astonished.

"Yep!" Sunfish said, grinning. "As a matter of fact, Zeus here was my familiar before the ship crashed."

"How did he find you?"

"Zeus is quite smart, even for a Tradewinds Gull. He knows the way." [insert We know the Way from Moana here because this song fits this part]

Zeus nuzzled Sunfish, cooing. Sunfish laughed.

Soon, the two friends and Zeus began to make their way back to the Clan.

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Sunfish sat on the shore with her new close friend, Dewdrop. Both were admiring the waves on the surface, sloshing back and forth as if the waves were dancing.

Dewdrop turned to her friend. "Sunfish, wanna go grab--" She cut herself off. Sunfish was still staring off into the distance.

"Oh.. Oh, Sunfish.." She went to start to hug her friend before Sunfish cut her off.

"Dewdrop, it's not that. Look."

Sunfish pointed to a shape on the horizon.

Dewdrop, squinting hard, could identify the creature as a Tradewinds Gull. It flapped towards Sunfish, almost as if it was running to her.

Sunfish laughed. "Zeus!" The Tradewinds Gull swooped down and landed on her shoulder like a pirate's parrot.

"You-- you know this gull?" Dewdrop said, astonished.

"Yep!" Sunfish said, grinning. "As a matter of fact, Zeus here was my familiar before the ship crashed."

"How did he find you?"

"Zeus is quite smart, even for a Tradewinds Gull. He knows the way." [insert We know the Way from Moana here because this song fits this part]

Zeus nuzzled Sunfish, cooing. Sunfish laughed.

Soon, the two friends and Zeus began to make their way back to the Clan.

Trippy, tumbling Tempest, favored sprite of the Windwinger's wings
floating along the Forest path, bumps into a statue thing!

"What's this?" She asks, wondering for more
when for to her surprise, it walks into a store

full of bobbles and odds, beads and ends,
and a dragon, a fae, a librarian.

"Sir look what I've found," the statue thing says
the dragon replys "Oh, what a mess

I do hope you are well, Tempest, I hope you don't mind,
I know of your travels and find them divine.

This old lout and I moved here shortly ago,
and we found ourselves yearning the Windswept Plateau:

An old whiff of home, a breeze that's not muggy.
The paths and the trees are really quite buggy.

so, here, take my map, I've made it myself.
Though truth to be told, it just sits on the shelf.

It can help on your way, I know this is true,
oh sorry, I forgot, my name is Shu."

They then spent a full day talking of home
but Shu knew Tempest had to continue to roam.

"Goodbye and good luck on your journey, old chum,
the friends that you make there are second to none!"

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March 31, 2017 16:54:45

Trippy, tumbling Tempest, favored sprite of the Windwinger's wings
floating along the Forest path, bumps into a statue thing!

"What's this?" She asks, wondering for more
when for to her surprise, it walks into a store

full of bobbles and odds, beads and ends,
and a dragon, a fae, a librarian.

"Sir look what I've found," the statue thing says
the dragon replys "Oh, what a mess

I do hope you are well, Tempest, I hope you don't mind,
I know of your travels and find them divine.

This old lout and I moved here shortly ago,
and we found ourselves yearning the Windswept Plateau:

An old whiff of home, a breeze that's not muggy.
The paths and the trees are really quite buggy.

so, here, take my map, I've made it myself.
Though truth to be told, it just sits on the shelf.

It can help on your way, I know this is true,
oh sorry, I forgot, my name is Shu."

They then spent a full day talking of home
but Shu knew Tempest had to continue to roam.

"Goodbye and good luck on your journey, old chum,
the friends that you make there are second to none!"

Last edited on Mar 31, 2017 16:56:41 by DrakeFrost