The former topiaries are soon replaced by giant urns. Some still have vegetation flowing out of them; vines of wildly flowering plants that probably weren't the original inhabitants of the vessels. The white stone that most are made of is often cracked in places, and marred by the wear of years, but there's still a subtle shimmer to it. The sound of hooves can soon be heard, and you look over in that direction. There's a wall in your way, so you attempt to change paths, hoping to intercept the creature. You're successful, and find that the source of the hoofbeats was a Wynd of Change, followed closely by a whorling.

"Well met," the Wynd calls, in a distinctly masculine voice. "A lovely day for a prance, is it not?" You offer a response, and the Wynd looks amused. "You've most likely been walking for quite a while! I'm surprised you haven't bothered to stop and take a break!" He laughs. "Well, you're welcome to here, not like they're going to care!" He guestures towards the manor, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "And just up ahead on this path is a lovely fruit tree... I suggest you make good use of it!" He starts to move off, but you quickly ask him his name. "Ah," he replies with a laugh. "Too hasty, I am sometimes. I'm Call of Colors, and this little creature following me around is Namaste." With that, he bows his head in farewell, and trots away. Wander On Go back Name: Call of Colors Gender: Male Species: Wynd of Change Name: Namaste Species: Canine Whorling From: The EverRealm Home

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