The One Who Guides Wind and Flame (3)

"O shining one, messenger of the wind that blows across the grasslands. We offer you our deepest thanks for saving us from the warriors of the Daria tribe."

When I reached the settlement and was shown into a tent, I found a girl waiting for me, dressed in clothing and ornaments somewhat more elaborate than those of the other nomads.

Indeed, she was a human girl who was no older than ten.

And yet she had called me a shining one.

That meant she—

"I am Tselen. I am the wind-reading shaman of the Barm tribe. I am known as the Child of Wind."

—possessed eyes capable of seeing spirits.

I didn't know exactly what the term wind-reading shaman meant, but the nomadic people known as the Barm tribe presumably worshiped the wind that blew across the grasslands.

And this girl, who called herself Tselen, was one of the rare humans born with a wavelength that resonated with wind spirits.

Thus, I surmised that she could see the immortality of my soul as light, and that the wind spirit had asked me to rescue her...