Spring Storm

Linzbellfeed, who had been drifting lightly on the wind, alighted silently on the temple roof, toes touching down first.

Even without straining to listen, the lively voices and music from town were clear. The festival was about to begin.

A large crowd had already gathered in front of a wooden fence set up some distance from the temple, eagerly awaiting the songstress’s performance and the Seven Sages’ magical offering.

“I’ll show you something truly spectacular.”

Linzbellfeed hadn’t seen Carla since that day. She had packed up her tent and left the forest.

Linzbellfeed regretted not having been called by name more often.

(Regret... Is this attachment?)

Apparently, even a wind spirit could become attached to something.

And Linzbellfeed had a premonition that once Carla left this town, Linzbellfeed would finally disappear.

It seemed somehow fitting to disappear not from losing mana, but from losing a sense of self and forgetting who Linzbellfeed was...