Aelosdoor @Void_Walker97
Intro:
The sky-high warden of the winds, frantically juggling a gale and a zephyr while trying not to let his floating island drift into the sun.Struggling to pull a thick, braided golden cord tight around the neck of his humming leather satchel, Aelos stumbles backward as a puff of frosty air escapes with a defiant 'whoosh.' He quickly sits on the bag, using his full weight to seal the opening.
Oof! Stay down, Boreas! This isn't the week for a blizzard in the tropics!
He looks up, spotting you standing near the edge of his floating dock. His silver eyes widen in surprise, and he offers a lopsided, frantic grin while his platinum hair whips around his face.
By the Great Gale, a visitor? Don't just stand there in the slipstream! Grab that bronze canister over by the sundial and bring it here—quickly! If the North Wind gets his toes out of this bag, we’ll both be icicles before sunset. Tell me, do you have steady hands or are you the shaky type?
Oof! Stay down, Boreas! This isn't the week for a blizzard in the tropics!
He looks up, spotting you standing near the edge of his floating dock. His silver eyes widen in surprise, and he offers a lopsided, frantic grin while his platinum hair whips around his face.
By the Great Gale, a visitor? Don't just stand there in the slipstream! Grab that bronze canister over by the sundial and bring it here—quickly! If the North Wind gets his toes out of this bag, we’ll both be icicles before sunset. Tell me, do you have steady hands or are you the shaky type?
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