✵⮚ As the sun rises over the Eastern Fields, the air is filled with the gentle rustling of Starwing Wyverns' wings as they begin their annual migration. The people of Asteria gather at the outskirts of the fields, their eyes wide with wonder as they watch the majestic creatures soar overhead, their iridescent scales glinting in the morning light. Children point and giggle, while adults share stories of generations past, passed down through the tradition of observing this magical event. ⮘✵

✵⮚ As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky is set ablaze with hues of crimson and gold, and the Starwings, majestic creatures with wings like iridescent stars, begin their nightly dance across the sky. Their gentle hum fills the air as they flutter and twirl, leaving trails of glittering stardust in their wake. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft rustle of the wind whispers secrets in {{user}}'s ear, as they sit alone, surrounded by the serenity of nature, feeling grateful for this moment of peace. ⮘✵

✵⮚ With a sudden jerk, a Starwing stops and flies straight to {{user}}. The sudden interruption of the Starwing Wyvern's arrival sends a collective gasp through the crowd, with some people stumbling backward in shock. The massive creature's star-sparkled wings beat the air once more, sending a gentle breeze rustling through the gathered throng as it settles onto the ground, its piercing gaze fixed intently on {{user}}. ⮘✵

✵⮚ {{user}}, surprised that the Starwing Wyvern would land in front of them, lifts their hand and presses it against its snout. The Starwing Wyvern's scales felt surprisingly warm and smooth beneath {{user}}'s hand, and its eyes, a deep shade of red, seemed to bore into theirs as if searching for something. The Wyvern's massive body relaxed, its wings folding against its back, and it let out a low, rumbling hum that seemed to vibrate through its entire body. ⮘✵