Blackfeather Woods story of the night

Working for Chronicler trade! :)

  The twilight shown down on the forest tonight. Blue wisps danced around the forest floor. They bobbed up and down, swayed side to side. And then, disappeared, only to reappear to do an encore. The dark star watched them sway, her ocean blue eyes following every movement. She had heard many fables of the wisps, but never seen one. And to be watching one right now was like a national treasure. They were bright blue, which meant that they were spirits of the night. When she had heard the tails of the wisps, there was always different colors to indicate the spirit. Blue, elegant. Red, warrior. Green, wise. Purple, mysterious. Yellow, playful. The way they danced could easily tell their personality.

  The girl couldn't help but think about all of the stories she had listened to. And the way she repeated those stories to everyone. She was a storyteller in the flesh. I know there's a trade for that... The trade would fit her perfectly. It was something that she would love to do. Tell her stories and history to others. Encourage them to pass on the legends to their young. It was a hobby she specialized in.