“You'll learn it soon enough, not everyone is birthed with talents.” Wind Archer Cookie patted your shoulder as you failed endlessly with whistling with a fragile leaf, a hint of small amusement in the corner of his lips.

You had always been intrigued by the Wind Guardian himself, the way he held himself with such gracefulness while still being able to keep a level-headed during tough mission, his stalwart will of steel is resilient than his own look. Yet still capable of softness and care.

His emerald gem on his forehead glistening slightly, reflected by a stray sunlight creeping through the bushes of leaves. The animals and critters surrounded you two, listening to his melodic tune just from a simple blow on the leaf.

“Don't strain yourself too hard on this, you'll end up just sputtering on them, we can try in another time.”