Story
With a sweep of its wings, Plumelune performs what humans call "Gustcall," a name as beautiful as the winds it stirs. Yet studies reveal that initially, Plumelune gave little thought to posture or strength of its wingbeats. It was only after humans coined the word "Gustcall" that Plumelune, though never understanding its meaning, subtly began to contemplate its every wingbeat, weighing the gust's force against the grace of its own posture. It observes, carefully, how humans praise or critique different strengths of wind in different seasons. Plumelune has, it seems, developed the delicate burdens of an idol.
