[Rambling]

"Your name is Paloma."

Two years, and I found myself in a foreign land. 

The place blessed by Koretheia. Beneath the boughs of a golden tree.

Arcadia.

I stood on its streets, mesmerized. Hypnotized. But I heard the whisper.

"Another Wolken! Wow!"

True to those words, I have yet to see more than one other. The one called Bailey Rowe.

Except...

He and I are nothing alike, are we?

It isn't a problem.

Sometime after I meet a Faeborne. Her name is Ismene.

She weaves magic through ice and blood. She took my hand and let a chill drop fall onto my finger.

The lines - my 'magical circuits' - glowed with an answer I was already aware of. 

So why did I ask?

I wanted to make sure.

She calls me "Miss". I feel pretty.

I watched a seed be planted in the woods north of Arcadia.

A seed of Aquantio. The azure tree. The child of the golden tree, Solais.

It was fun. I had fun. And I felt welcome. More than I have in years.

To the east, Dal'thala. The seat of Delphina,of which Arcadia is bound to.

To the north, Nereides, the home of many Sirens.

There, I watched a crown be passed from one to another.

Duchess Aglasia Oceansong. She is well loved, and open to speak with.

A storyteller, she says she is. I believe it.

She DOES tend to waffle on... heh...

But at that coronation there was someone(?) else.

She calls herself Servant. Many call her Seneschal.

I told her that's not a name. She said it is to her.

"Your name is Paloma."

She was curious.

I don't know about her. Rumors abound.

She calls me "boy". I feel handsome... but patronized.

...

A day came where I sat beneath Solais and the world turned red.

I have been afraid. Terribly afraid. This fear was different.

Something happened and someone died.

Someone called "Sapphiron"?

Whatever was the point?

"Your name is Paloma."

After some time I wandered and found myself in a walled city.

Gloomlight Grove. A great statue of Athelios stands in the square.

There I found a man cloaked in...

Cloaked.

They call him Skinwalker.

Another name that... isn't.

"Your name is Paloma."

Oracle. Zealot. Whatever he is, despite all appearances he is... welcoming.

Somehow less unsettling than the Seneschal.

Strange.

There are other places near to there.

Caethir. I do not know what to say about it.

Skinwalker calls it something along the lines of "haunted".

He's right, of course.

...

There is a walking sapling about in Arcadia, plodding along after Nymphaea Aubreen.

I catch up with Ismene, tell her I am practicing my magic.

It turns out I can coax nature to defend me. Surprising.

I thought it would be... something else. All things considered.

"Your name is Paloma."

I am learning alchemy, and where to find things across Meranthe.

Do not travel southwest. Do not approach Aetius and its sorcerers.

Visit Kindleheim where the one called Bailey Rowe resides.

Under Aquantio there was a marriage. 

Grey, shadowy man.

Seanius, obscenely tall woman. Slime. Does it matter? No because...

It was sweet. I've never... ever seen a marriage.

Naturally I had to witness a funeral. It's what I am.

The one that died the day the world turned red.

In Gloomlight Grove.

I shouldn't have gone.

It became a funeral to remember when those that brought about his death came.

Wind and rain, rust and blood, rubble and mud.

I really liked that statue. I hadn't seen much like it. Even the statue of Koretheia seemed small.

I don't know why. The one called dul Vique shattered it.

It was a fight I had not been prepared to see.

But I've heard those sounds before.

"Your name is Paloma."

What could I do?

I took cover in the mud and rain until it was all clear.

Emerged to find Skinwalker declaring himself and the Holy See of Asphodel.

...and all the while I saw one that I do not wish to attract the eye of.

The one called Marciel called her "Tall Lady".

Vinaska.

I should have minded my own business.

I should have stayed far away from Meranthe.

But where would I have gone?

Nowhere else. Nowhere else.

So now here I am, counting the days. Over a year since I came.

How many more do I have?

Well. It doesn't matter.

Come what may, I live up to to my name.

Fly about here and there. Free of chains.

To everyone I meet:

My name is Paloma.

"Good. Now... fly away."