"A traveler without a mask, sayest thou?", Telatinea chimes, as they heard the voiceless tune of their most recent adjoining companion. "No such thing as a Maskless wayfarer has ever come across my path", Telatinea replys after a few brief moments of thought. Then they continued "However..."
The new companion, a fellow red cloaked wayfarer with but two gilded rims decorating the edges of their cloak, emitted a questioning chirp, encouraging Telatinea to go on.
"I had once seen a creature, in behavior very much like the kites in the desert of the light-reddish sand. It was far off in a different part of the vast desert. When I had first beheld it, I had thought it to be a traveler, but its flight was peculiar. It needed never to stop and rest, and it was constantly followed by a swarm of cloth. I followed it, to my best abilities... It played and skimmed along the dunes for a long time, it should've noticed me for all the while i followed. And try though i might, my callings to it did not attract its attention, and I began to think it might've been a mirage.
After I had followed with my best efforts, i found it lingering in a vale, skimming up and down the dunes. At one point, it skimmed up the side of the dune I was standing on. And there I saw why it had not been attracted to my calls:
Its cloak was hollow, no mask resided under its hood. None but the air and the winds and the breeze that went through it lay underneath the creature's cloth, held in motion merely by the cluster of flyers following and the scarf billowing like a flag behind it.
I do not know how such creature came to be. However, I had encountered many more of its like on my travels. Personally I believe they come into being when a travelers soul glyph is too weak to hold the synergy contained within together... and the mortal being of the traveler crumbles and disintegrates back to the sands, leaving none but the cloak and mask behind." Telatinea sighs deeply, after the long song they had just sung.
The other wayfarer, after a brief pause, rises their voice again, gestures accompanying their next formulated question. "Dost thou have a name for these creatures?"
"None but the one I call them for myself," Telatinea replied, also gesturing to their chimes. "I like to call them Scarved Manta."
