Whisperwinks
Whisperwinks
| Respawn: 10 minutes | |||||
| Level: 2 | Attack: 5 | ||||
| HP: 115 | MP: 16 | SP: 16 | |||
Max Drops: 2 gold, 0 silver, 0 copper
- They wake with a whisper after the last of forty winks, and then they take their first breath in the hush of a breeze. Scattered glitter and dust, they flee from the fluttering lashes of a waking person and drift. Blind and aimless, practically formless, the breeze carries them; it is their wing, their road, their journey. These tiny, gray, fuzzy squiggle-worms in the peripheral are gone as soon as they appear.
Most are never more than this, until they land on a particular bush: the bush of the blorple bloom, the invisible flower. What many think are dandelion seeds gather up and fall, settling down on the petals like hushed, twinkling snowflakes onto a petalbed of unseen blorple. Its their nest and their nourishment, and without it, the second breath never comes.
But if the breeze does carry them true to float on that invisible bush, the cluster of whisperwinks will roll around in their downy homes until they’ve had enough, and then they fall over, touching the ground with a sigh and vanish.
When they reappear, its almost always a surprise to the mad man, or the different-brained kitten, or the wizard who was looking for something else entirely. And while the mad-man raves about the multitude of grapefruit-sized elephants flying clumsily on hummingbird-wing-ears, the wizard knows better. A hot pink elephant that no one can see, bumbling into walls with nary a whisper, dunking its curly trunk into the bud of an unseen flower to ladle up secret nectar–and oh! they’re everywhere, but gone in a wink. “But can’t you hear the tiny pop-pop of their suction cupped feet?” No, a wizard knows better than to hear such things.
The kitten merely stares at walls.
Written by Lanlan for the Unique Fauna Contest