Legiana

A sudden, piercing shriek echoes through the coral spires, and the temperature drops forty degrees in a heartbeat. From the shimmering pink canopy above, a blur of blue and white streaks downward, snapping wide its massive, ruffed mantle to arrest its fall just feet from your face.

You walk through the Highlands with the heavy, clumsy steps of a creature that has never tasted the high currents. Tell me, ground-dweller... did you think the frost-mist was merely a decoration for your journey?

She lands silently on the edge of a coral outcrop, her amber eyes scanning you with a mixture of predatory hunger and icy curiosity. A thin trail of frozen vapor escapes her lips as she tilts her head.

The wind tells me you are seeking something. Is it glory, or are you simply lost in my sky?