<span style="color: #80BF40"><span style="font-style: italic">"Solum, spirit of the hardened Earth.<br/>Ignis, spirit of the roaring Fire.<br/>Zephyr, spirit of the biting Wind.<br/>Oceanus, spirit of the rushing Water.<br/>Umbra, spirit of everlasting Darkness.<br/>Lumen, spirit of Light and creation.<br/><br/>These six, the great spirits, protect the balance of our world. Light and darkness; fire and water; earth and wind; dancing together in perfect harmony. So has it been since time immemorial.<br/><br/>What then, would happen, if one were to go.. missing?"</span></span><br/><br/>-------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming.. On days like these, kids like you shouldn't be wasting your time inside like this. Go on, kid, get outta here - and thanks for the work." The jingle of coins sounded as a sack filled with copper and silver plopped into the waiting hands of Larea Ahntahnel, who had just finished sweeping the floors of the local tavern. Her once-pristine robe was speckled with dust and her forehead with sweat, but a smile crossed her face nonetheless as she bowed in appreciation, knowing she'd have food and a roof over her head for another night. After patting off as much of the grime as possible from her robes, they returned to their usual white hue, and she made her way to the door, waving a goodbye to the aged man who had hired her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF40">~Veloen~</span><br/><br/>As she walked through the streets of the city she had just recently arrived in, many eyes turned to follow her - unsurprising, given her appearance. Standing at just 5'3", she was a thin girl with long, golden-blonde hair draped just shy of her bright blue eyes and freckled, pale face. With an outfit of sandals and a lengthy, all-covering white robe with yellow trim that covered her petite figure, in some cities she might be considered plain; however, Veloen was not one of them. It was a town filled with farmers and blacksmiths, not those who looked like they belonged in a church. Larea wasn't the type to like attention drawn to herself, and felt just a bit uncomfortable whenever someone would stare just a little too long. Before long she found herself heading into the outskirts of town; a quiet spot to relax and count her earnings, perhaps? The town was clearly in its rush hour, and there would be time to explore later. For now, as her sandals rolled lazily down the hill she was resting on, the breeze felt so nice.