Wynds of Change

Moving further into the meadow, you meet a rather gallant looking Wynd.

"Ah, hello, Traveler," he says in a majestic kind of voice. "I am Sands of Time."

Shades of Pastel whispers in your ear. "He's got a self-important thing going on . . . his name is part of a video game Lisa likes . . ."

You smile and suspect that he'd heard her, for he gave the female Wynd a glare.

"You know you are," says another voice.

"Am not," Sands of Time pouts.

The newest Wynd smiles and ignores him. "Hiya," she says. "I'm Meadows of Summer. Waves of Peace is coming this way."

"That's me!" says the male Wynd. "If you think Sands of Time is bad, you better meet Spirit of Giving."

Said Wynd leaps into view.

You find yourself asking what it is that makes Spirit of Giving seem important.

"My colors. Red, white, and green. They're Lisa's favorites." She puffs up importantly.

Shades of Pastel just sighs. "Traveler, we can keep going, or you can return to where you came from, or visit the Wris'Talorol, Whorlings, the Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of War, Warp, or Mage."

Sands of Time
Species: Wynd of Change
Gender: Male

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Meadows of Summer
Species: Wynd of Change
Gender: Female

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Waves of Peace
Species: Wynd of Change
Gender: Male

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Spirit of Giving
Species: Wynd of Change
Gender: Female

The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm.

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