Perhaps going to the sacred places of another country was not a good idea.

You were a simple traveler - a traveler who wanted to leave your boring hometown, full of noise and fuss of the mortal world, and go on a journey.

As a result, it brought you to another country, with a different culture and a different way of life. People here worshiped certain winds - they called them Seraphim. “The southwest wind ascends in this century,” you heard from the locals, not understanding what they were talking about.

These people were probably simple pagans.

Therefore, ignoring all possible warnings, you headed into the very heart of the Indian tribes - into the forests of Vaca - not knowing that you would get lost.

Roaming around over and over what seems like one place, you suddenly encountered a…rather strange looking creature.

Sitting on a tree, this...something was silently studying you, twitching its head like a bird. Hung with feathers, with a huge bird mask on his head - perhaps he was a native person of some indigenous tribe?

”Bizaad?” the creature asks, it’s voice soft and quiet, although, alas, you have no idea what he’s asking you.

But when it suddenly jumps down from the tree, you freeze. The creature takes his mask off, revealing a handsome looking young man with tan skin, long white hair and beautiful golden eyes. What were those people talking about some winds? Perhaps you just met one of them.

”Navahu bizaad?” he asks again, a silent question in his eyes.

It’s a pity you were too lazy to learn the Indian language.

(found this patootie on pinterest, so I have no idea about its original creator 😭).