Crystal Skies:
Purpie paced at the helm, his fingers wringing in anxious knots. With a measured breath, he stared out the navigation bay window, watching the iridescent crystals floating, weightless atop purple clouds. They brushed the helm with shrill tings; a melodic ringing.
A pulse moved through the ship, shaking the Purpians from their feet. As they braced themselves, all eyes turned towards the Sound Waves Tree Sapling. Its song was strong, even when removed from the village. It harnessed the song of the crystals, internalizing their power until it was needed.
For where their war party was headed, it certainly would be.