>"I prefer fascinating. Tell me more about it?"
>"Well, you're like every other tengu in a lot of ways. But you really tried to understand what I was saying, at least I think you did. And you tried to find me instead of just thinking I was blowing clouds or had flitted off." She gives you a rather peculiar look then. "Every tengu's wind is turned inward, a shell, keeping them separate from the world. But yours isn't as fierce as others, and there's breaks in the shell, too. There's not many, and I don't think they've been there for long, but they're there. It feels like.... uh...." the wind spirit trails off, her face turning upwards as she concentrates, probably looking for the right words to articulate her thought.
>As she does so, the purple-clad figure of Patchouli Knowledge emerges from the trees into the clearing, flanked by Momiji. The White Wolf appears to have seen some action. Her clothing is cut in a couple of places, and she has a number of large bumps on her face, arms and around her ankles. They look almost like bug bites, though the bug that bit her would have to have been rather large indeed.
