The Silver Plains are so named for the glittering, metallic pollen that often covers the grains and grasses of the wide fields. The effect is most pronounced when the cycles of life are exaggerated by succession of wildfires and flash floods. Sometimes villagers even report sightings of strand-like clouds drifting across an otherwise clear sky, glowing as though filled with silver-hued sunlight. Both of these phenomena are the product of rare elemental beings drawn to the place due to the astounding lifecycle of the area. These beings formed of the raw energies of creation are an amorphous web of strands of shining silver light, with dozens of malleable heads and limbs. They settle over the grasses to bask, and are quick to discharge their potential on those that disturb them. Though they do not seem to harm, their alien perspective gives them little regard for the will of others. (Use their moves in escalating sequence) Instinct: to revel undisturbed in cycles and growth

• Heal their wounds and debilities with a gentle touch
• Clasp them and pour overwhelming, unnerving energy into their form
• Bond with them, overriding their being with glorious light
• Wield the bonded living as joyful puppets