From the collective thought log of the wind spirits of Locus Celare

{=My schedule was disrupted last night by our stupid landlord, summoning all of the Familia, we proceeded to the Citidel where we were introduced to the new Power of Dreams.
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Having never met a the old one, I am unsure what to say. Was I ever so naive? Still it's good not to be the new guy anymore.
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From the Memory Banks of the Power of Electronics:=} Us wind spirits have an elevated position within Locus Celare. Sure, the other spirits have important function within the chancel. The grass keeps the cattle happy and tickles barefooted feet. And where would we be without the earth spirit and his strong shoulders? But it is only us wind spirits that can sore to the very top of the Tower. And what a journey that is! Spiralling ever upwards this colossus of an iron spike, peeping into the windows at the humans going about their daily tasks gives me great pleasure. But it is for the meetings that take place on the roof of the tower that we make this long journey. Being the only spirits able to reach this sacred place we have taken upon ourselves the task of politely eavesdropping on the meetings of the Nobles there and spread the word to the rest of the chancel. You may call us spies. We prefer information gatherers.

Exar, the keeper of Locus Celare, caught on early what we were up to and created an invisible dome to ward against us entering. Never mind. We have learnt how to read lips. And a good thing it was too. Had it not been for our curiosity and love for gossip the new Power of Dreams may have gone down in Noble history as the shortest incarnation on Yggdrasil. Oh yes, mark our word! Don't trust us? Listen to this.

When Exar called the Familia Caelestis of The Unbeheld to introduce the new Power of Dreams, Tracey, we quickly sent out agents to carry the happy news to the corners of the chancel. The previous incarnation had been lost for over 50 years and we knew that the return of Dreams would cause rejoice in all of Locus Celare. Exar continued to introduce Tracey to her new Familia Caelestis after which Nash suggested that she would follow him in jumping off the tower. Now, don't get me wrong. We A*D*O*R*E plunging towards the ground from the tower but as a wind spirit I am more suite to this than a human, ennobled or not. We tried our best to stop their fall. We are very strong. We can, given time, push entire fleets of warriors from one end of a sea to the other. But the slender frames of young master Tracey and Nash gave us no grip. We were powerless to stop their fall.

We were not too worried about Nash. He has done this stunt before. He has asked us to direct his fall towards the Myth Sea where he turns into the Loch Ness monster and dives gracefully and safely into the water. But young miss Tracey, who seemed to think she was IN a dream as opposed to BEING Dreams, did not seem to possess the plan of action for survival that anyone in her situation requires. Fortunately the news of her return had travelled on the wind and reached the border Nightmare guard and Golgorath, a nightmare in the form of a gigantic bat with razor-sharp claws and teeth, had come to meet her. Seeing his long lost Noble in danger he swept in and saved her in the neck of time! Had it not been for us and our gossip Golgorath would not have been there and poor Tracey would have smashed open like a ripe pumpkin.