<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OHgJobfEzpvOzd2UFpJ_PUM-HJ0bsWFxEn7R22C7FVY/edit)<br/><br/>The scantily clad copper skinned girl paused and touched the northern girl who'd just arrived on the shoulder.  She offered a warm smile that brought out her dimples as she looked up soothingly into the other girl's eyes.<br/><br/>"It's okay.  You must be one of us or you wouldn't be here, right?  My name is Whispers on the Night Wind.  These are Morning Light and Cerulean Breeze."  She squeezed the sweaty girl's shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie and comfort.  "I hope we can be friends."<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>After offering introductions, Whispers entered with a sort of quite reverence in her heart.  She'd been in manses before—owned one in fact—but even having lived in one they still filled her with an awareness of the power and wonder creation—and the ingenuity of it's people—had to offer.<br/><br/>She paused and looked from map to fresco to fresco.  “These...” she whispered, looking back and forth before settling on the dawn caste.  “These girls look familiar.  As if I know them.”<br/><br/>The spirit's voice interrupted her train of thought.  “Of course,” she replied, perching lihgtly on the chair and pulling it a bit closer to the table.  It had been made for a girl almost a foot taller than she, Whispers suspected.  That girl in the fresco looked as tall and strong as she was beautiful.  The Sun had not chosen whispers for height or strength of arms.<br/><br/>“Tell us what you've done please, gentle spirit, and what we asked of you?”<br/><br/>It somehow felt a natural question to ask.