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The winds calmed down a little and a portal of still air opened respectfully for the old gardener.Lyah, the ribbon still wrapped around her hand, took the hand of her father and followed him trough.Behind them the winds whipped up once again. The bard, the thief and the herder stood in the eye of the storm still. A wide array of notes came from a single bell dancing in the twister.A new tune played around them. This time they knew the words that accompanied them. Strangely it was a song that rejected the gods and praised human ingenuity."I know these words!" Misha shouted over the winds. As he spoke the words they echoed trough the winds and amplified over the fields.He looked at the other two with a glimmer in his eyes.
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The wind that surrounded vincus started to sing. It was a bewitching sound that it produced, almost hypnotising. He knew what this truly was however. This was the work of a divine being, trying to influence and manipulate the mortals that were within the typhoon with him. Still, he could very much appreciate what Āwhātama had produced here. Not nescesarily the composition of a genius, but the emotions that the melody carried was very powerful. When one of the mortals next to him started singing, he understood what was truly happening. Āwhātama was sending a message in the name of his god. What the message really conveyed was beyond Vincus at this point, but it would most likely have something to do with freedom and casting off the chains that humanity so comfortably and passively remains in. For not only Mawhiti knew that man was at the dawn of a new age. To truly evolve, these people had to let go of some of their old traditions.

But in all honesty, Vincus simply loved to sing, and he wouldn't let a chance to show off slip away just like that. Knowing that Āwhātama's message could be something rather extreme, Vincus decided to trust in him and Mawhiti's judgement, and gave in to the inspiring power of the zephyr. Even more so, Vincus enhanced the power of the message, letting the energy of the music flow stronger through the atmosphere. The music grew louder, and infinitely more complex. He granted the spirit of freedom more power to send his message to the people.

[i]"I do not know what you have planned nor do I know what your motifs are, but we might as well turn this into one hell of a show!"[/i] these thoughts ran through Vincus' mind, and were sent out to Āwhātama himself. Then he emptied his mind and let his virtuous soul take over, releasing himself from any restraints he might've had at that point. He felt the wind ran through his hair, over his skin. His lungs sucked in the freshest air that he had tasted in years. Feelings of true liberty inspired his voice, and thus the voice of the men beside him.