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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MacConnell" data-source="post: 8157030" data-attributes="member: 6855223">Far away on the eastern coast some twenty cycles back, in a small Spiofthest village located at the mouth of the river the locals call Downdraft, an unseasonably strong storm had raised concern. It was not the only concern that night. A young mother was to give birth any minute. There was a bright flash of light followed by a loud, thundering rumble. Rains are not usually so violent, not even in the early Drenching Season, and this was the Chilling Season. A cold draft of wind had come down from the mountains for two days before the warm sea air had objected, and the rain started, a cold rain for the southeast of the continent. A day's walk southward and the forest became jungle. Just as the rumbling stopped, the cry of the mother giving birth was emitted. The newborn coughed twice and drew its first breath of air, without any need to force the issue. The storm ceased and all was quiet. For a people not much prone to superstition, it has some portent.[ATTACH=full]130539[/ATTACH]The new baby boy was a bit small, when compared to the normal birth and, once cleaned, rather pale, even for a Spiofthest. These Faethrins are not cloud white like the Shimadow. They are more the color of beach sand, but evenly so. In addition to the unnatural paleness, this child also had freckles across his shoulders and upper back and sporadically about his legs. As it so happens, the freckles did not fade with age. His hair, when it came in, was as white as his skin, so much so that the people began to wonder if the father had been Shimadow. The particular revelrous festival that led to the eventual procreation had its participants masked. The young maiden claimed that it was the Wayward Traveler, but most actually believed him to be a myth, just a story to add to the revelry of the Planters' Festival. The claim reassured rather than disuade the elder, more skeptical, members of the village to believe that a Shimadow had infiltrated their festival. Rather than harbor avarice toward the woman, it was more the nature of these people to be thankful that she was not hurt.[gm]This proceeding opens the possibility for a third player with the introduction of an additional character of the Spiofthest tribe, of either gender. These two storylines will eventually merge.[/gm]</blockquote>

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