Ophirae Miavrye: Parchment on the Wind



  • ...A seemingly random parchment is carry aloft by a gentle breeze. Like so many others, it blows along street both wide and clean and into near abandoned narrow alleyways. Never quite touching the ground, it hopefully comes to rest at it's intended...

    Herald of the Winds...We have not met...We hear the same Whisper...

    ...May the Winds blow us together this day...

    Fledgling Tallstag