#plus my players are phenomenal writers

“Song-bird,” whispers the voice. The grip on Tuuli’s wrist is steady. The water rushes onwards, urging her to follow it further down the river, but Tuuli remains silent. She listens to the water. Her ears ache to hear more, but there is no breath besides her own. And even so, she knows she is not alone.

Tuuli breathes, chest rising and falling shallowly. This could be a trick, some lie to push her off course. And yet the voice is soft. Familiar. She closes her eyes, crystals glimmering fuzzily behind her eyelids.

“What do you want?” she whispers

“Song-bird,” comes the reply. “Do you call me?”

She opens her eyes, the urge to tug away flashing in every vein. “I don’t know.”

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A study of outfits for @starwarmth’s Tuuli as she progresses throughout the seasons of the the dnd campaign I run. The story is set in the world of Throneless (my wip), so this was a cool way to explore different styles for the various cultures.