You walk along the path leading to the cherry-blossom tree. The blossoms on the ground swirl around your feet, moving upwards to your face, creating an illusion of a tornado around you. Then it stops, the light pink petals dancing to the ground. Something flashes at the corner of your eye and you looked over.
A windcatcher stood hung on a branch, its feathers twirling with the wind. Its rim was a green color, with a couple purple beads. Hanging from it were three, large hawk feathers, and blue and red beads. In overal, it was very nice, though liked somewhat primative.
As you studied the windcatcher you didn't notice a small dryoso watching you nervously, until she came out. She was black and white, with the markings of a skunk, and looked incredibly shy. She swallowed a little, looking up at you.
"Greetings," she stammered, "I'm Streakdasher."
There was an akward silence, as if she didn't know what to say next. You coughed a little, rather startled by the sudden quietness, so you tried to break it.
"Nice windcatcher..is it yours?"
Somehow she brightened a little, as if some of her nervousness left her. She smiled shyly up at you.
"Yes..AncientBrave gave it to me..said it was a gift from the Natives.."
You blinked a little. Natives? You were about to ask more, until she flicked an ear back and turned her head.
"Must go now..bye!"
She turned, then hesitated and looked back at you.
"It was nice meeting you..if you want, you can look at my stats on the blossom tree.."
With that she ran off. You turned over to look at the tree and indeed there hung a plaque, decorated with war paint and such. It read:
