"What do you think, Iriam? Are we going to find any Windsingers here?" Rienne stood with her arms crossed as she looked out over the barren, windy, stony, sandy wasteland with tumbleweeds bouncing past and kicking up clouds of dust.
The semi-corporeal, watery blue figure with a lithe upper body and a lower body of a fish mimicked her pose as he also looked out over the wasteland.
"Based on the description, Windsingers sound similar to wind elementals. They should thrive here."
"'Should' being the keyword," Rienne sighed. It was a big place to comb through in the search for something that might not even exist.
Since Windsingers weren't completely non-physical like wind elementals, they didn't necessarily follow the same habits and preferences. They also seemed a lot rarer, based on what Vera had told her before departure.
It was just that everyone could see them, unlike elementals, who hid from everyone without the right affinity.
Rienne turned to her Enlightened Water Spirit.
