*The rest of the night was quiet and peaceful, the mochi layed heavily in the bellies of the party members, they felt stuffed to the brim the longer this mystical food resided in them, upon awakening they would find their stomachs swollen to near bursting point, Takari was sitting by the lake, simply enjoying the expanded stomach, oddly her belly seemed to have been healed overnight. The goddess was nowhere to be seen, not even footprints were found, as if her presence was that of a ghost. Pepper was the last to awaken, none of them had ever slept so well in their lives and waking up was actually quite a task but one by one, they arose. The night before, they were told to head towards the capitol through a prophecy or whatever the goddess did, and Takari insisted they follow up on this fortune.*<br/><br/>*Getting out of the woods was far easier than getting in, and in a days time, the group had collectively absorbed their meals and with fine health, made it to the Valley of Windmills, a place where rice and grain are processed in great quantity through harnessing wind power, rows of farmhouses lined the valley wherever they could, the marshy lands being perfectly supplied with runoff water from twin mountain ranges to either side of the valley, and the patties forming terraces that climbed a great distance up the mountains. As the group first gazed upon the valley from a high cliff-side, the water in the patties reflected the breaking dawn, as a crimson morning of captivating beauty graced their eyes upon exiting the dark forest. Some of the group enjoyed this, others simply wanted to get off of the cliffs and back to civilization for one reason or another...but when the group arrived, they found the wind of the valley tremendously powerful, it wasn't until they felt this wind that they realized how colosal the windmills here actually were, just one could power the woodwork machines in twenty facilities, and each of a mills wings were larger than most houses.*<br/><br/>*But one structure stood out more than all the others a greater windmill...but more like a castle in of itself, made by stacking multiple towers one on top of the other, each one smaller than the previous, though the tower was wooden, its octagonal construction made it rock solid, this tower held three windmills of equal size, when asked of it, the locals would refer to it as the tower of<span style="color: #0000FF">"Heavens Wind"</span>. During chats with the locals, primarily consisting of Zaziggi and flying wyverns like Rathalos' and Rathian' of varying colors, at least two pink Ians, and a Silver Los were spotted among the dragons. An anthro Diablos, clad in white and red armor, a huge female, guarded a gate that lead up to Heavens Wind Tower, she carried a massive axe and would not speak no matter what one said or did, but she caught one sorry sap trying to sneak over the gate.*<br/><br/>*There was so much going on, that not even the Star-reader of the group, whom possessed critical attention to detail, knoticed they were being tailed by a very small, purple dragon, he was even smaller than springlatch, being roughly the size of a Felyne and wore metalic armor and a white tabbard depicting clouds of blue. He followed them in plain sight and very close, but for some reason he just went unnoticed, as if by some supernatural reason one forgot him the moment they looked away from him*<br/><br/>(Huge post here, I'll tell you all what, flip a coin, if its heads your character can remember this mystery dragon, depending on how they handle it, this scene could branch two completely different ways)