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It has been perhaps a month since my first meeting with the Kestrel. I knew from the start we would be fast friends. Though he comes from lands so distant and strange, he shares a certain kindred spirit in his outlook of the world. Do the whipping winds of the North breed a freedom of spirit akin to the fiery heart of the South? Perhaps any place where the land is willing to express its will so passionately hearkens the same from its people... But, now is not the time for philosophy. | It has been perhaps a month since my first meeting with the Kestrel. I knew from the start we would be fast friends. Though he comes from lands so distant and strange, he shares a certain kindred spirit in his outlook of the world. Do the whipping winds of the North breed a freedom of spirit akin to the fiery heart of the South? Perhaps any place where the land is willing to express its will so passionately hearkens the same from its people... But, now is not the time for philosophy. | ||