They spoke of them as not of our world. Their appearance if glimpsed by one so chanced upon them in travel, or in a vision, tell the unusual: eyes large and set deep with an upward tilt to them. No one claimed to tell of the color for the closeness would be avoided. The ears are larger than our own and the tip pointed. Their hair varied in color, deep reds to golden yellows, and most strange, the silver color of our moon. The oddest of all was the voice of the Wind Folk. When heard in the distance or in a dream, you would believe that it was the notes of many instruments. Soft, yet deep with an eerie tone that made you want to hear more, but made you shiver from the unknown.
Eshi Haedrin Mika