Wynds of Change
You hum the band Scorpions' song "Wind of Change" as you walk to a new section of Alnilam's meadow, but your song is cut short as a fierce-looking creature stands in your way.
"Halt!" it booms. "Identify yourself immediately!"
You would have loved to answer it, really, but your breath had caught in your throat and, for the moment, you couldn't speak. Then, a pleasant-sounding voice saved you from trying to dislodge your heart from your throat.
"Can't you see it's a Traveler?"
"Y-yes," you stutter. "I'm just visiting."
The previous creature snorted, and the other nipped him on the neck. "Stop it. I'm sorry, Traveler. My name is Shades of Pastel, and this big oaf is Blood of Ancients. We are Wynds of Change. If you like, I'll show you around."
Nervously, you eye Blood of Ancients.
"Oh, don't worry about him," says Shades of Pastel. "Just, uh . . . keep close."
Sticking to her like glue, you meet another Wynd who smiles at you in a friendly sort of way. Slowly, you begin to calm down.
"Hello, Traveler!" he says. "I'm Forest of Pine. Oh, I see Blood of Ancients frightened you . . ." He clears his throat and chuckles softly. "See, he was the first one here, so he thinks it's his duty to protect us all."
"Sort of like Woodhorn," says a new voice.
"Ah," says Shades of Pastel. "That's Song of Earth. And he's right. Woodhorn is an Alnilam unicorn and the Guardian of the Gateways."
"Very territorial, that one," says Song of Earth. "Can't cross him if you're a human." He makes a face. "Nasty."
Inwardly, you gulp.
Shades of Pastel winks at you. "Don't worry. With a non-human escort, you're perfectly safe. Plus, he sticks to the forest, really. So, anyway, Traveler. You can move on from here, or you can either return to where you came from or visit the Wris'Talorol, Whorlings, the Tigons, Hunter Cats, Mequis, or the Wynds of War, Warp, or Mage."
Blood of Ancients
Shades of Pastel
Forest of Pine
Song of Earth
The creatures inhabiting this area of the meadow are from the EverRealm.