Early Life

The Dawn Garden is the birthplace of all pouflon. It was customary for a young blooms to be gathered by their parents a few days after birth, or however long it took them to receive their notarized letter from Queen Nouvel. Whisper's letter was sent off, this time with no return. Whisper had been officially orphaned, and as such, was destined to grow and learn the ways of Bellacoste in the royal orphanage cared for by the Queen herself. As time passed on, it didn’t take much for the young pouflon to learn that her unconventional appearance and quietness would be overlooked by other blooms looking for friends. She was really alone, though maybe slightly favored by Queen Nouvel for her politeness and grace. Coming of age was difficult for Whisper. She had to leave the confines of the orphanage and find herself out in the unfamiliar territory of Bellacoste. The young pouf only knew the castle grounds, and a taste of Chrysanthos city. The time for adventure was upon her.

Affinity

Travel wasn’t something new to Whisper. Traveling alone was just as familiar. Walking through the wilds, Whisper felt a sharp change in the wind. She had spent many a day and night alone in the woods, but never had she experienced a silence like this. It was deafening. The forest was so still, it sent shivers down her spine. Then, suddenly, without warning, a sharp, cold, and strong gust of wind swept her off her feet. She was blown uncontrollably through the woods. Whisper tried to fly though the gusts but her wing hit against a strong branch and she found herself unable to fly. The air pushed her to the edge of a cliff, and as her lonely life flashed before her eyes, the wind stopped.

As she’s high above the rest of the forest on the edge of a cliff, she can see the violent gust of wind that threatened her life flow into the timber. It rushed through the woods, pushing aside the trees, and providing a clear path into the mountains. Whisper knew this was a different storm; something about this wind harnessed a magic she wasn’t familiar with. The young pouflon wasn’t one to ignore mysticism though and something about this event left her with so many unanswered questions. Without hesitation, she tucked her wings in, and let her long legs lead the way through the forest and into the rocky mountains.

The sky above her was dark, ever changing and violent. She was uneasy the further up the mountain she traveled and the higher she traveled, her vision slowly became impaired by a dusting of fog. As she climbed in elevation, the small amount of fog quickly blanketed around her, and she suddenly found herself lost and unable to navigate through the mountains. As all hope of getting out seemed to vanish, she found a clearing. A circle of large boulders in the center of the mountains greeted her; even the fog dared not go near it. Whisper took one step into the center of the ring and swiftly the fog rushed in around her, the now familiar explosion of air tossed her straight into the air. The pouflon unfurled her wings, and despite the pain from her previous injury, fought the wind. Whirling, fluttering, and tumbling through the air, Whisper continued to battle against the elements but with a few more concentrated flaps, she gained control of her movements and soon she realized she was dancing with the wind. A delicate balance had been created, and as the pouflon calmed, so did the wind. Wincing through her pain, Whisper floated gracefully down to the ground as the wind grew still and the fog floated softly around her landing.The sky above her was dark, ever changing and violent. She was uneasy the further up the mountain she traveled and the higher she traveled, her vision slowly became impaired by a dusting of fog. As she climbed in elevation, the small amount of fog quickly blanketed around her, and she suddenly found herself lost and unable to navigate through the mountains. As all hope of getting out seemed to vanish, she found a clearing. A circle of large boulders in the center of the mountains greeted her; even the fog dared not go near it. Whisper took one step into the center of the ring and swiftly the fog rushed in around her, the now familiar explosion of air tossed her straight into the air. The pouflon unfurled her wings, and despite the pain from her previous injury, fought the wind. Whirling, fluttering, and tumbling through the air, Whisper continued to battle against the elements but with a few more concentrated flaps, she gained control of her movements and soon she realized she was dancing with the wind. A delicate balance had been created, and as the pouflon calmed, so did the wind. Wincing through her pain, Whisper floated gracefully down to the ground as the wind grew still and the fog floated softly around her landing.

The pouflon had sensed a flow of magic absorbed into her being and without hesitation, clouded herself in mist, disguising her and making her ghostly appearance dissolve into the background of her surroundings.

Career

The Dawn Garden is where all pouflon runic flowers are kept. It’s where they are born, and when it comes to the end of a pouflons life, the flower will wilt and die. On her travels, Whisper once discovered such a flower out in the wild. A runic flower, belonging to an unknown pouflon, and it was wilting. Her knowledge of the Dawn Garden and her determination to find her purpose, pushed her to find a solution. Whisper carefully uprooted the runic flower, careful to not let it wilt further than it already was and quickly flew the blossom to Chrysanthos City and to the Dawn Garden. Now in Queen Nouvels care, the runic flower can wilt peacefully and the pouflon attached can fade from this world in tranquility. A new found purpose, Whisper now spends her days trekking through the wilderness of Bellacoste, looking for displaced runic flowers that she can safely deliver back to Queen Nouvel. She uses her magic powers of harnessing the wind and weather around her to blanket her location in fog and conceal any location of the precious flowers she seeks out.