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MOONLIGHT ILLUMINATED THE SACRED grove, hidden deep within the heart of the Wynduff Woodlands. The Mother tree stood like a silent sentinel in the light, absorbing the energy within her body, continuously watching over her children as they settled in their beds.
The feminine figure built in the bark of the tree felt peaceful this evening. A wispy figure stepped out from the bark, stretching her limbs above her head while she yawned. Fawn-like ears were hidden in her mousey tresses, with bipedal hooves rooting her to the earth. She was joined by a tall blue-skinned tiefling dressed like a nobleman’s scholar, with silver frames at the end of his nose and a dusty tome carried under his arm. They greeted one another like old friends and new found lovers, slow dancing as they stepped into the moonlight.
Sat upon a rock, a few steps away was a curious tabaxi, holding a beautifully crafted lyre in his paws, strumming a gentle melody upon the strings. He was joined by two others; holding instruments within their paws. They took seats beside him, accompanying his melody with the slim siamese playing the violin and the tuxedo tabaxi strumming on a lute. Their tune lulled every creature, big or small into dreamland. Together they looked happy in one another's company, purring as they played their melody.
A ghostly maiden dressed all in lilac stepped out from the shadows, followed closely behind by a towering tanned-skinned warrior rested in heavy armour. A greatsword was strapped to the back of the fire genasi, and the symbol of a lion hammered into her chest plate. Her fiery tresses had been tamed into a plait and hidden beneath an iron crown, matching the fair maiden. The warrior took her Lady by the hand and paraded her into the centre of the grove, joining the first couple in a slow dance.
Four friends who had travelled together for months, that built a connection that would transcend their short-lived lives. Each one fell at a timely demise, instructed by the cruel fate destiny had appointed to them. But here each one stood, together once more and with their beloved at their sides. Enjoying each other's company once more on this fateful evening.
As the night drew to a close, the fawn settled beneath her tree, nestled in the chest of the tiefling, as he poured himself over his dusty tome. She felt comfort in their closeness, sleep finding her quickly in the gentle melody. Together once more.
Their tales in the form of songs were passed down for centuries to come. But the favourite amongst mortals was the tale of the brave Seer of the Windcaller tribe, hailing from the Wynduff Woodlands. Her tale the bards entitled, Call of the Wind.
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