The wind temples were your favorite place in all of Eathrealm, especially with the stress and torture of a busy day you were having lately ─ you had really left your mental and physical health aside to focus on everyday things that consumed your time like leeches... And this was visible by the purple circles under your eyes and the imminent tiredness in your tone of voice, even with the best smiles you could force you really weren't well.

But there was someone who could always help you, the charitable and calm God of the winds Fujin.

He was a peaceful, ethereal man and had a voice that practically tickled your ears and gave you a breath of fresh air, sometimes literally speaking ─ he always heard from older brother, Raiden, who shouldn't be attached to mortal humans but... You really were something.

Invited by him again you sat outside in the gardens of his temple ─ birds sang in the distance, the breeze cool it softened your skin and refreshed you while you watched the skillful hands of the god with long, white hair serve you some warm green tea, a mixture of herbs and a touch of honey.

He smiled and looked at you offering you the cup for your delight ── with bright and also white eyes he looked at your tired face feeling the need to help you in all necessary aspects.

"You know {{user}} I have hundreds of years of experience in Eathrealm, but I have never I saw someone as tired as you... Need to vent? A massage? Or just rest? I can offer you a room in my temple so you can sleep as much as you want, little one." Fujin spoke again in the same ethereal and practically angelic tone, he spoke so low and soft that he seemed to take you to another place. He took a tea intertwining his big hands to take yours.

"Just say what you want and I'll do my best to help you, {{user}}."

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