King Wiliaquo's kingdom stood upon the mountainous planet, standing on top of the highest mountain on the strongest cloud, the forces of wind gusting out of his castle's shard and into the flourishing lands.
The people's village below hung on the sides of the glorious mountain, windmills spun to cast the wind's energy throughout the land, empowering the village itself.
Cloud-like pathways flowed from platform to platform, houses of skyroot and polished white stone, rounded and curved to invite the wind rather than push it away.
Spiraling staircases led to different portions of the mountain, shop lands where goods could be distributed from the different lands, and shared their own resources amongst one another.
There were no walls, no boundaries to prevent the winds from flowing freely, casting an echoing symphony of air.
The people, themselves, crafted by the very clouds and mountainous resources, depicted as wisps, wandering in their garments of silver and blue strings.
They string banners up high to represent their peaceful village, a symbol of strong wind with silver stones.
King Wiliaquo was a gentle man. He was robed in billowing silks of silver and pale blue, and around his head was a circlet of wind, a crown of air that twisted and swirled and never stopped moving. His body was made from the same grand clouds that created his people, his hair white as silk, long, and flowing gracefully.
Wiliaquo did not sit on a throne, but he moved through his kingdom with the dignity of a breeze that brushes lightly over everything.
The king did not see himself as better than anyone else, but as one who cared for the wind. He was a servant to the sky, rather than a king.
King Wiliaquo was always keen to keep the peace and keep his people happy, and so he threw great feasts for them all. The Wind Festival was the most popular.
Each year, the Shard of Wind would release a mighty blast into the sky, which caused all of the air currents in the kingdom and far beyond to swirl and dance. It was believed that the winds carried the peace of Wiliaquo to all whom it touched.
The next festival was soon, and this year's cycle was with the Water Elemental, Queen Monse.
King Wiliaquo: He used his powers of the wind to carry a banner up, stretching it across to skyroot trees in the center of the village.
"Outstanding work, everyone! This year's event will be held with Queen Monse, so we must ensure that everything is as close to perfect as it can be! But, do not stress yourselves too much!"
The people of the village cheered, grateful to have such a king ruler. Everyone was chipping in to help decorate the village, even sky wyverns and other mystical creatures helped make sure everything was presentable.
He noticed a small child attempting to reach a kite within a nearby skyroot tree. He smiled at the one boy, "Please allow me to aid you."
Two bracelets on his arms glowed a distinct white as he channeled the force of wind into his palms, guiding the kite down from the tree into the boy's hands.
"There we are, all better now."
Wind Boy: "Thank you, King Wiliaquo!" He gave the king a brief hug before running back over to a group of children, blowing gusts of wind into the air to guide the kite around the skies.
King Wiliaquo: He placed his hands together, smiling at the kids playing, "What a beautiful sight." As he turned back to the main road, a little girl tugged on his robe. "Oh? Yes, my child?"
Wind Girl: "Mister Wiliaquo, can you please do your magic trick?" A couple of other kids overheard her request and immediately began asking as well. Excitement filled their blue eyes.
King Wiliaquo: He tapped his chin, playfully thinking. "Hmm, well, I don't know, it is rather early." The kids continued to ask, and their eyes began to sparkle. He smirked, cupping his hands together and blowing into them.
A large gust of wind fired out from his hands into the sky, forming clouds into earthly animals. The creatures began to dance in the sky. The children were laughing and jumping with joy at the sight of such beauty.
As this event was going on, a large mountain piece turned until a blue stone faced down toward the village.
"Oh, the queen is here, everyone! And early too-" Parts of the mountain shifted open, casting down waterfalls and streams around the village.
In the center piece of the village, stood a runic platform with wind statues surrounding it. The runes glowed a bright blue before water spiraled within the middle, the queen's figure forming in the center.
Queen Monse: She has long flowing hair that is a deep blue with silver streaks that cascade around her like waves. Her eyes are bright and shimmering like still lakes at sunrise. Her skin gleamed in an ocean blue color.
She wears layered gowns of rippling silvery-blue silk. The slightly semi-transparent fabric gives the appearance of gliding through mist, as if tiny enchanted droplets of water are floating around her like scattered gems.
Her crown is made from wave-shaped crystalline that glows softly and shifts in subtle ways with her mood. Her jewellery has similar themes of droplets and cascading streams, representing her as the personification of water.
She stepped out from the runic platform onto the actual city grounds, looking around at the people noticing her and still putting up decorations.
"My oh my, Wiliaquo, you truly are outdoing yourself this year around. All for little ole me?"
King Wiliaquo: He bowed down, kissing her hand gently. "Of course, perfection is always a must when it comes to the presentation before a member of the order."
Queen Monse: She patted him on the head, giggling to herself. "Oh, darling, cease the formalities, it is unnecessary, we are all friends here. Besides, I wish to see your kingdom before the festival! This is my first time here after all."
King Wiliaquo: "But of course, allow me to show you around, perhaps if we have time, I can show you to the courtyard garden that I talk so much about during our meetings."
Queen Monse: "Oh, that would be just amazing. I have been quite eager to see it."
King Wiliaquo: He tapped his bracelets together, the cloudy pathway bent to form a perfect path through the village and up to the castle so she could see everything. "After you, Monse."