Cloudsong

>Blue



Your name is Blue. Lots of wonderful things are blue, the sea, flowers, but most notably the sky. You feel like it's a name to fill into, but never stops giving you places to aspire for.

Your steed is an Engine named Nobody, it tends to frustrate people when you tell them his name, which never really gets old to you so you have a gentle appreciation for such a strange name. You weren't the one who named him, but you sort of wish you were sometimes.



By now you're halfway across the Pilgrim Plains. You heard in the last town that the stone towers were seen as faithful servants on a slow pilgrimage to a blessed land, but had lost their way and can only reach for the heavens for direction. It's a cute story you suppose.

For you, it's a less-than-scenic stretch of rolling hills with plenty of hovels for monsters to hide in to ambush a traveller in if they decide to stay the night in one of these hollow towers. Thankfully on the back of an Engine it's a half day's drive at worse and you're on the back of a particularly faithful Engine.



Some Couriers swear by the loyalty of riding a Sundog, but animals can be so finicky sometimes.



You value consistency after all, Nobody just asks for a few tune ups here and there and doesn't complain when the road goes long.



The sound's really relaxing too, you can really lose yourself in the um... in the...



...uuuuhhhh...



...................................Hmmm...



You'll rethink praising anyone while they're still capable of taking your fond thoughts for granted. This lazy hunk of junk just stalled out. Jokes on him though, cause you're not pushing anyone out of here but yourself.

Alright, what now though seriously? >_