Skybound Odyssey

Maneuver

Spell

Lyra

The Western Wind

Common

393 AC - I grumble as I watch the blue swan disappear over the horizon, clearly ahead of schedule, and I wonder if it really is the bearer of Zephyr – the wind, of course, just to be clear. Judging by its name, it must be. But whether that's enough proof… Ha! Speaking of weather, I'm going to need a whole bag of it. The one Aeolus gave to Odysseus, to be precise. Hey, Fen, a little help here, please! If anyone can whisper a few sweet words to the Wind, it's you, sweetheart! I yell to the merry band of laggards to hold on tight to their umbrellas as the wind begins to turn, gently at first, to a light, warm breeze. Then the gusts blow stronger, and in a clear direction. Watch out, folks, this might be a bumpy ride… so hold on tight!

The startled faces of my companions switch from puzzlement to worry when I make a colorful umbrella appear in everyone's hand. The sudden gust of wind propels us forward like a pile of dead leaves in autumn, while my other half scrambles for cover. I discard my outfit to unfurl my wings, which are obviously better suited to the situation than a heavy leather jacket. Go on, blow stronger! Even stronger! We've got a bird to catch, dammit! We just have to ride the breeze, at least until the wind turns, like a nanny floating down between cherry trees. Especially since, for a fraction of a second there, I felt something staring at me from beneath the clouds…

In Greek mythology, Zephyr is the god of the west wind. He represents a warm, light and favorable wind that can delay or increase harvests. Son of the Titans Astreaus and Eos, he is one of the eight directional winds, the Anemoi, which also includes Eurus, Kaikias, Notus, Apeliotes, Lips, Boreas and Skiron.