<strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OHgJobfEzpvOzd2UFpJ_PUM-HJ0bsWFxEn7R22C7FVY/edit)<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/Ezra_Scarlet.jpg)</div><br/>Whisper's leaned forwards with an 'ooh' forming on her cupid's bow lips as she prepared to exclaim upon the dance they were about to witness.  The familiar person in the blue robes stepping up onto the stage made her hesitte, and then her eyes shot wide as she recognized the fantstic golden shimmer of the harp...<br/><br/>“Orichalcum...” she whispered.<br/><br/>The song swept her away into a time long, long past.<br/><br/>Like many of the buxom Linowan's dreams, this began with her flying.  This was different, though.  She wasn't riding Echoes of the Starlight—the great owl who was her dear friend and familiar.  Nor was she a bird herself...<br/><br/>She was a magnificent warrior woman over six feet tall, with corded muscles, round hips, and a beautiful, bountiful bosom.  The wings that bore her aloft were radiant constructs of essence and true gold built into her celestial battle armor, Hammer of a New Dawn, forged for her exaltation at the dawn of time by Autochathon himself.<br/><br/>Fray—the general better known as Thousand Swords Princess—landed lightly atop the great white ziggurat.  High heels rang on the stone like golden bells as she approached her circle, arms going wide to embrace...