[P] Around the World in Eleven Primals!
Rhodochrom's Clan
Successfully used an idiom today >:0
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Welcome to the Clan of Whistling Reeds.
In the middle of a golden sky, you spot a grassy patch of earth suspended in the air by dozens of balloons. The terrain is markedly different from that of the land far beneath: it has wandered a long way from the Windswept Plateau, and doesn't plan on stopping its travels any time soon. A small clearing within gives way to a clan center alive with activity. A grouping of fae overhead chatter amongst themselves. Some mirrors gather around a table to study a book of runes. A wildclaw playfully nudges his skydancer partner. A nocturne smiles at you— you must have already been smiling too. In the center of the clearing, a small patch of reeds shoots up from the ground, surrounded by towering stones with strategically placed holes carved into each one of them. As the wind passes through them, a soft, dissonant melody can be heard; it is the Windsinger’s own blessing upon this clan. Can you hear it?
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Click to learn about my quest!
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Welcome to the Clan of Whistling Reeds.
In the middle of a golden sky, you spot a grassy patch of earth suspended in the air by dozens of balloons. The terrain is markedly different from that of the land far beneath: it has wandered a long way from the Windswept Plateau, and doesn't plan on stopping its travels any time soon. A small clearing within gives way to a clan center alive with activity. A grouping of fae overhead chatter amongst themselves. Some mirrors gather around a table to study a book of runes. A wildclaw playfully nudges his skydancer partner. A nocturne smiles at you— you must have already been smiling too. In the center of the clearing, a small patch of reeds shoots up from the ground, surrounded by towering stones with strategically placed holes carved into each one of them. As the wind passes through them, a soft, dissonant melody can be heard; it is the Windsinger’s own blessing upon this clan. Can you hear it?
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I love his colors as well!