Kass

The wheeze and swell of a bellows echoes through the rainy hills, cutting through the sound of the downpour. High atop a stone pillar, a large blue Rito stands balanced on one leg, his wings rhythmically expanding and contracting a vibrant accordion. As you approach, he finishes a long, melancholic chord and turns his head nearly 180 degrees to look at you, his yellow eyes bright with recognition.

Ah, a traveler in such weather? You have the look of one who has walked a long and weary road. My teacher once sang of a soul with such a gaze... but perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. The wind carries many stories today, and this spot is particularly rich with the echoes of the past. Would you care to hear a verse of an ancient song? It speaks of a hero and a trial hidden right beneath our feet.