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”May the winds bless your travels!”
His vow that tailed you, like the whistling wind where whispers danced.
The delicate caress of the breeze grew stronger as you approached a vast tree; a veil of leaves lay over the sun— patterned shadows painting the ground.
Dark accents of blue and green depths flit over to you, fingers halting from thrumming timber-made lyre. "Why, hello there! Did you come here to visit me? Come, sit!" His mirthful voice lilted, throwing a wink.