Windborn

In the wake of the shattering of the Pillar and the birth of the Dragon race there were those who were determined to learn from history and avoid past mistakes by maintaining harmony between the Flights, no matter how difficult the task might seem. While unable to prevent the constant small conflicts that arise due to the often inimical natures of the Elemental Flights, these peacekeepers have managed to prevent conflicts from turning into all out wars that might jeopardize the safety of the very world. These peacekeepers are remarkable both for their devotion to their Flight and Element as well as their willingness to leave it and live as an impartial observer and occasional judge in a distant and often hostile realm. The rare individuals chosen are unequaled in loyalty and must possess numerous skills in areas as varied as military, diplomacy, magic, history and reason to name a few. While not all individuals possess all such skills in equal measure, they each have something that sets them apart. These are the individuals chosen to watch over the Nature Flight, and all that dwell within its comforting branches.

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Like all Spirals, Windborn is full of energy and always ready for a good bit of conversation. In her first home in the Reedcleft Ascent she worked as a messenger, taking great pleasure in all the places that her tasks brought her. She dodged storms in the Shifting Expanse to deliver blueprints to the engineers there, brought alchemic recipes back and forth between the scholars of the Starfall Isles and the metallurgists of the Ashfall Waste as they debated the nature of ores and mystic alloys, and carried tattered hide scrolls all across the Scarred Wasteland. When she could, she read the messages she carried, committing the most interesting bits to memory and wondering about the parts she could not understand.

No matter how boring a letter may have been, how dry a missive, there was some hint of the Dragon who wrote it, be it in the words used, the forms of the lettering or the very material it was written on. Everything told a story and she wanted to learn them all and share what she found with anyone who would listen. She knew what not to talk about of course, but those paradoxically those stories were the ones that made her want to talk the most. For example, the letters from an elderly Snapper to her wandering sons and daughters spread across all eleven Flights were the most amazingly sincere things she had ever encountered and the most fascinating as well. Whenever she got the chance she would stop and talk with the Snapper she was delivering the message to, just to find out where they had been and what they had seen, turning down several marriage from the Snappers in the process. Like their parents it seemed that the younger Snappers were interested in starting large families.

In addition to delivering letters, the Snappers also started asking her to perform simple tasks that they were unable to due to how long their migration routes were. She piled bones to trails paths for the ones in the Plague Flight, charted out star paths for the sisters in the Tangled Wood, made rubbings from graves and pillars for those in the Sunbeam Ruins and Dragonhome, as well as countless other little projects for the rest of the family. It kept her busy and drove her to learn the winds of the world as well as she knew the winds of her home, until the whole world felt like and extension of the Windswept Plateau.

This continued until she was given a single leaf by a fellow Spiral who had been watching her. The leaf, she was told, was the most important message that she would ever deliver. Confident in her knowledge she darted off before hearing who the message was for, only to find there was nothing written on the leaf. She tried to go back and find the one who had given it to her, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead she had to fall back on her wide set of skills. She sniffed the leaf, but there was nothing about its scent that said where it was to go. The pattern of its veins was almost like writing, but not in any language she understood. There was its shape and size, both unusual, but not enough to reveal anything to her. Still, she was nothing if not resourceful and she knew once place for certain where a leaf would belong. Proud of herself for figuring this out, she went to the Viridian Labyrinth and took up the title Windborn. Now she delivers the message of the leaf, the story of her travels, to all who will listen.