This page contains a list of all known Adventuring riddle answers for Aviar Cove. Use the search in page function (often "CTRL + F" or "CMD + F") to find your answer.
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| A vessel shaped by my ancestors, but I decided to be the transgressor. A light in the dark. More than a candle, less than a star. Through a new angle I saw my potential in a new invention. Who am I? | |
| A bad omen I supposedly am, I've come to knock at your window to hoarsely whisper "Nevermore." Who am I? | |
If you look closely, you may start to see familiar figures in |
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| A bright and gorgeous town, the hill-land's tall crown, gracefully opens her arm, letting us bask in her... | |
| A burning light destined for a dramatic death; to destroy everything I’ve brought to life after billions of years. What am I? | |
| A duty, a chore, dusty and aged? Or the shelter of habit, familiar and save? Protected and maintained. Raise your own or keep what's old long before you've grown. But don't forget, even the unfamiliar, treat with respect. | |
A familiar feeling in my heart, of push and pull, giving it a start. |
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| A gentle breeze and a rhythmic roar, what more could you ask for? | |
| A gentle kiss of two beings high, a day as dark as the night sky. What am I? | |
| A heavy weight, but to hold it makes the difference between a hero and a villain. | |
| A loop can't be measured, neither its depth nor height. What is it? | |
| A meal on the grass is an artful affair, with blankets and baskets on which food is shared. | |
| A quiet, lonely soul skirts the edges of dancing couples. Eyes lock; across the room, I draw them over without a word, without lifting a hand to beckon. | |
A riddle for you. |
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| A riddle for you! My echo transcends time and space as you hold a souvenir to your face. Placing it on your ear, you hear my call. What am I? | |
A riddle for you. |
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A riddle for you. |
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A riddle. |
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| A spark, a flash, an error, some smoke, but another step closer, no time to mope! What am I? | |
| A spirit messenger crossing the different worlds. Bringer of life and messenger of death. Being it wise, fearless or afraid. It lives in freedom, till it's caged. | |
A sudden streak across the sky |
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| A twinkling light in a sky or a tree possesses power to drive me. Never defeat, never afraid, their sparkle drives me to be brave. | |
| After sunfall we rise, us flickering lights, dancing under quiet skies. | |
| Ahoy, land lubber! Even you should know the answer to this one: what's made of cheese and churns the seas? | |
| All our lives we give our light shining oh so very bright. And at the end of our reign, catch us if you can! For if you do, we grant a wish, and thus ends our flight in utter bliss. What are we? | |
Although invisible, |
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As I sailed on a stormy day |
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| As hard as coral, as strong as steel. Will never bending. Kept to ones morals. Staying true to what is real. What's the answer? | |
As part of me leaves for the skies |
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| As the moon settled into the night, the lightbulbs glowed with all their might. They made the town blaze with life, the previously absent light now rife. Because of that, the streets were far from spacious, filled to the brim with the determined and... | |
| As the sun and moon whirl and spin across the sky, an endless dance way up high; we leap and fall and prance in our eternal throes, crowned in white we are caught up in their shadows. What are we? | |
| As the sun rises you will find me on every leaf. What am I? | |
| At dusk, I promise calm waters, but at dawn, I warn of a coming storm. What am I? | |
| At the end of the line, bait without a catch. With changed in tide, the sea and the sky. Until my silver hook, finds its sole place. Sat by the ocean, I will still wait. | |
| At this quaint seaside town, where stargazing could do no harm, the toughest critics come to say that 'This place holds some...' | |
| Back and forth. To and fro. When I'll stop nobody knows. Hungrily, I lap at your toes. The moon above makes me go. Back and forth. To and fro. Who am I? | |
Beating of wing, the ravens flight. |
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| Because I don't move, you may think I am attainable, but the more you run to me, the further I run too. What am I? | |
| Between North and South and East and West, the stories in the stars and all the rest. No more walking in circles over yonder, but around the world you may wander! | |
| Birds would like to eat me, but hear my trick. Encased in my home, someone else they might pick. What am I? | |
| Blackest skies and bluest waves. A small boat tossed every which way. Upon the horizon there is but one hope. What lies in the sky to guide our sailors home? | |
Bobbing with the ocean waves, drifting to and fro |
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| Bold fashion's not easy when the wind is so breezy. With money to spare, I'm happy to share, for truth lasts forever, unlike crinoline and feathers. | |
| Bright eyes look to the dark skies – solving mysteries wrapped in undiscovery. What does this scholar need to see these? | |
| Bright flickers in the sky, shadows whirling far up high. Soft and fragile they dance between sky and earth, fierce and strong they explore beyond the vault of their birth. Sweet music lifted in a call to arms, small and large they all have their charms. Raucous cackle calling lost ones home, with wind and sky they are free to roam. What are they? | |
| Bulbs of light aren't the only ones who radiate the night, you'll see much more when you bring up your sight. On the ground the glass may glow bright, but nothing can replace the star path which birds alight. | |
Building blocks of constellations, |
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| By generations passed and by generations lost, one should strive gain and to preserve me at all cost. | |
| Carefully woven and built with a plan, two architects in the bush is worth one in the hand. What am I? | |
| Cerys, Freya, and Fenmore - these three friends share what trait? | |
Child of day, don’t be afraid to embark, |
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Come, wayward wanderer, are you lost? |
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| Dancers leap through the night sky, braiding turquoise tulle through stars in their grand ballet. From the wintry meadow below they hear a cry. Tell me, what does it say? | |
| Dancing with fire, glittering with the stars, flashing within the storm, spun back by the cosmic mirror. What am I? | |
| Day after day the merchants barter, the fishermen look for a boat to charter, the craftsmen and apprentices toiling away, all hoping to earn more by the end of the day. What are they working for? | |
| Dear child, look up and follow me. I have been here since the very beginning, and I will guide through your darkest hours when you can see me. I appear distant and untouchable, but I place hope in not you, but the many who lost their path. | |
| Deep down I go, meeting the sky at my other end. I am free, for you can not hold me. What am I? | |
| Despite my size, I'm all but hidden from your eyes. Your light outshines mine, although that's quite fine; For when true darkness is unfurled, I dazzle your whole world. What am I? | |
| Distinctive calls ring through ocean spray, gulls cries echoing through the bay. Warm waters make the perfect place to rest weary wing, elder birds coaching tired offspring. | |
"Do not disturb that tree up yonder", |
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Each and every night, stars come out to shine brilliant and bright. |
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Ephemeral or Eternity |
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| Evening arrives and a glimmer alights, fireflies taking flight. Stars above and stars below, they begin their sweetly glowing show. A shifting constellation of love and fire, they signal in search of husband or wife! | |
| Ever hungry, ever growing. I stop for nothing, not even light. I am created by the death of an enormous star yet can never die, and I sit at the center of every galaxy. What am I? | |
| Every day I sing, without ever spreading my wings. Though I don't always leave my home, I know exactly when my time will come, who am I? | |
| Feathers moving side to side, colorful shades of blue and red combine to create a rhythmical, entrancing dance! Head bobbing, tail feather wagging, this.. this could only be the dance of…! | |
| Feel the rhythm deep inside, a force that pounds, keeps you alive. I may not bend but I could break, and even then you'll stay awake. | |
| Flew too high, fell down low. Get up again and touch the heavens. What am I? | |
| Flowing like undersea fire, on this the false mermaid's feast. What is it? | |
| Fly as high as you want, but you'll never reach me. There are millions and billions and trillions of me, and yet there's not a single one you can touch. | |
| Flying through the clouds, this beats faster than my wings. | |
| Follow me! On strings from home to home, I lead you where you need to go. | |
| Follow your feet and see where they lead; go and explore the cliffs, sky or sea! Wherever you go, no matter how far, this little compass shows right where you are. When you grow tired, weary down to the bone, this little compass leads your feet straight back to home. | |
| For me brave men have traveled far. While swords and shields clash; For me young souls will beg on streets. Outstretched hands stained in ash. | |
Forging steel, feasts of meat, |
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Free to roam, |
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| From the distance that cold night it seemed to glow like a familiar star. What did I see? | |
| From the forests, to the mountains, to the nearby sea, what colors the ground beneath your ever weary feet? | |
| Frozen in midair, the bird glides. Is it magic? Has it befriended the wind? | |
| Gathered by the hands of nature, spun on the warp of water and the weft of wind; the garden up high when sown with seeds of power, when darkness fills the sky beware the coming shower. What are we? | |
Gilded wings caress the above, |
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| Given, taken, lost, mistaken. I run, then I crawl; I am known to most, but unkind to all. I am wasted often, but never stilled. I am impossible to miss, and all must pass me. what am I? | |
| Here's a riddle for you. I can keep you warm in winter without making soot and cinder. I can reach the tallest spire, just as long as you have wire. I can make light in the dark. Just don't touch me or I'll spark! | |
| Here's a riddle! Diving deep as the bubbles rise, Swimming swift as seagulls fly. To the bottom, the deepest blue Finding treasure, the treasure is you! | |
| Here's a riddle! Golden arches shimmer in the suns rays. The leaves on trees dance in autumn. The sand on beaches, a spark on blaze. What do they all have in common? | |
| Honey coloured like the soft glow that spills from windows high, I wait and watch as each new generation passes by. What am I? | |
| I am the farmer's curse and the fool's garden. I return as often as I am removed. What am I? | |
| I am a home quite unlike any. Feathered friends and insects, plenty, they all love me for what I do. And I'll also take care of you. What am I? | |
| I am a many splendored thing, I raise you up, and give you wings. Without me you may fall, but keep me with you and you will soar above it all. What am I? | |
| I am a sphere with bumps and cracks, but despite that I remain intact. | |
| I am a steady rhythm, I pierce the sky with light, I reveal what is hidden below the thick veil of the night. What am I? | |
| I am always the last thing to die, what am I? | |
| I am at the tips of your fingers and the start of every blush. What am I? | |
| I am constantly moving, although people have described me as calm. I am restful yet pulled and pushed constantly. I am what describes the world. | |
| I am easily stolen and broken, yet a smile and a laugh can mend me. What am I? | |
I am ever present |
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| I am light without smoke, and my currents have never known the pull of the moon. What am I? | |
| I am often one man's tool and sometime another man's frustration, what am I? | |
| I am passion incarnate. I am neither flesh nor matter, but I will consume all before me. I can bring both rebirth and death. All I touch is rarely left unchanged. What am I? | |
| I am so far up in the trees, but can fall over with a breeze! I am not sturdy, like wood or clay; but that does not matter, because they do not stay! What am I? | |
| I am so far, yet feel so close. I leave, but often return. I am the sky's constant companion. | |
| I am something you need, yet most ignore me. I have many rings but no fingers and if you give me time I only grow stronger. | |
| I am often worn on one's sleeve and can be the most fragile or warm thing on one's person. What am I? | |
| I am the smell of deep waters, the taste of emotion and the form of crystal. What am I? | |
| I am the tiny gems upon a cloth of pure black satin. Red and blue, orange and yellow and a bright and sparkling white. I am the greatest ally to the roving cutter's captain. I'll take his hand and lead him through the dark and dreary night. | |
| I am what you see when there's nothing else to see. I fade in and out, and sometimes I fly and you wonder where I've gone. What am I? | |
| I am your most loyal guide, the last to light your way as you dive deep. | |
I awake while you sleep, a never ending watch to keep. |
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| I burn but I'm not fire. I shine but not at night. I disappear but never truly go away. What am I? | |
| I can be half full. I can be half empty. But no matter how much, I'll never spill. | |
| I can eat, I can breathe, but if I drink, I am no more. What am I? | |
| I cannot move by myself, but it does not stop me - I may dance in waves and even tickle your legs sometimes.
What am I? |
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| I cannot read the messages I carry, nor relay them with my speech, but through an instinct to find their home their recipients I will reach. | |
| I carry the scent of the sea or whatever I pick up along my way. I push the rain in torrents or gentle splashes. I lift the gliding birds to new heights. What am I? | |
| I come in all shapes and sizes! I can be a simple home or maybe just a nifty trinket. I rest on a bed of hard grains but I'm just as special as the gem you can find in me. What am I? | |
I dance and sway in darkness |
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| I deliver, upon wings of white, the children you so sought. Though I may be mottled grey, white, and brown, I bear the color of fresh blood. What do I represent? | |
I dive, I fly, but although I try |
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| I diverge and split, grasping from black clouds, hold your breath, count, listen for my sound. | |
| I do not speak, do not move. Yet I am alive, eating, drinking, growing every day. What am I? | |
| I do not suffer apprehension, I am beyond mortal comprehension. I am the single warrior on the field, I am the maiden at her child's heels. I see to nations that make their final stand, I watch the birth of leaders taking their command. What am I? | |
| I fall every time we meet. I won't get up. Not once, not ever. But once again we meet, I fall. What am I? | |
| I fall out of my post, yet the children's eyes alight with hope. What am I? | |
| I fear not the fire, even as I burn up bright; mourn not these warm ashes, for I shall soon be reborn. What am I? | |
| I glimmer just like the stars, yet I'm stuck down here on earth. I could be in the ground, or forgotten under the sea. What am I? | |
| I have soothed many a child's restless sleep. I can take many forms yet am always the same, I can pierce through the night or be soft and small. What am I? | |
I let you rest your weary head |
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| I live beneath the ground, yet I am no rock. I soar the highest skies, yet I am no bird. And I am so vast, I can hug the entire world. | |
| I look small for my size, I wink with no eyes, and I always look best under clear night skies. | |
| I look to the past, but the future comes steadfast. Though my future is mine, tradition and desire align. And I follow a path laid before my time. Who am I? | |
| I look to the sea, its counterpart. Itching for adventure, something new; for where the waves are deepest blue. Beached, I stare at the ships like me, stuck ashore. I itch for for my future, for something more. Who am I? | |
| I make music but I'm not an instrument, I sing but I'm not a person. What am I? | |
I move fast and leave a trail, |
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| I'm a bulb but don't plant me, my habitat is night. If you can't find me, tie a key to a kite. | |
I'm a particle |
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I'm easily forgotten by day, |
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| I'm fast in water, slow on land, but I leave my children in the sand. What am I? | |
| I'm home to creatures that never stop, yet to many, I'm a world unfit. | |
| I'm in the sky. I'm in the sea. I can be found deeper than the fish and higher than the tree. What am I? | |
| I'm old stories burning high above, stars outlining tales known and loved. What am I? | |
| I'm raised high, beyond the sky. If I try to get closer I'll extinguish. Will you make a wish? | |
| I'm surrounded by water but dry as a bone. I'm often a desert but the ocean is my home. What am I? | |
| I'm the product of years and years of the ocean's turmoil- stone in the trillions, tinier than a speck. | |
| I'm way up high but covered in down. What am I? | |
| I'm wet algae on sharp rocks, a creeping fungus in your socks. I thrive in dark sea caves and drift behind big boat waves. What am I? | |
| I need to eat to live and thrive, but give me water and I may die; please let me keep you company, at night when you are cold and lonely. What am I? | |
I paint the area around you, |
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| I push and I pull, but don't call me mean - it's just part of my nature, and I'll wave in-between. What am I? | |
I rest my head in the kingdom of my neighbor, It is where I find my food. Though my realm is always near, theirs is where I build my home |
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I rise and fall, |
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| I roar when I'm challenged but I have no mouth. I wave when I'm humored, but I have no hands. What am I? | |
| I soar and fall and flutter, and yet I'm not a bird. What am I? | |
| I soar through the mountains, I twist through the air. I whistle in your ear and flow in your hair. I rustle the treetops, I carry the birds. What am I that cannot be seen, but can be heard? | |
| I soar up high, my path is set. Drop into the sea, but never get wet. | |
| I start life in the ground and once fully grown I am torn from the dirt but I am quite unhurt. What am I? | |
I take off from a tree, on the wind I rise |
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I walk on sea and on the land |
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| I want to see them smile. I want to share every moment with them. I want to give them comfort and care. what is this that I'm feeling? | |
| I've got multiple arms that all jiggle and swing, but if you dare touch me I'll give you a sting! What am I? | |
| If winds and blue waves push you away. Fill you with doubt, lead you astray. Hold onto virtue, and hold onto it longer. The mightiest gust could not break your... | |
| If you look closely, you may start to see familiar figures in our shapes, but make note of our colour, because otherwise we may unexpectedly rain on your parade. What are we? | |
| In nature I am found as the blink of an eye preceded by the wailing of the sky. Yet I have found that near the ground a crackle or buzz would be my sound. What am I? | |
In the night I shine a light, |
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| Introduce yourself, prove you'll do no harm, and you'll win folks over with your... | |
| It can be felt but never touched. It can be heard but never clutched. It can not be seen neither night nor day. But when its around, you begin to sway. | |
It's the kiss from the sun. It's hand in hand. |
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| It's the wind blowing free. It's the end of the walk. It's the toes in the sand, it's the birds' talk. The crab by the foot. The match for the wood. It's the glimmering lights. The enthralling bright. | |
| I will push and pull from all four directions, roaming freely from section to section. What am I? | |
| Lamps that erase the dark of night, twinkle and shine everlastingly bright. Though with the darkness gone, the skies lights no longer shone, leaving the sky cold and alone. What is it the night has lost? | |
| Larger than expected, yet colder than most. My warmth is low, though my light shines bright. What am I? | |
| Like a wildfire, I burn with untamed intensity, and the greatest loves of yours is what nourishes me the most. What am I? | |
Look to the sky. What do you see? |
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| Look up and you might see me prancing through the night sky! I was born from sea foam but now I run through fields and soar through air. I guess you could call me a legend or fable in that way! Who am I? | |
| Love for me can make you blind, what am I? | |
| My beauty started with a speck of dirt, To my host ever useless, to you of much worth. What am I? | |
| My house is a tiny spire, my home on the ocean shore. I hide from those that find me, but, for a song, I'll open the door. | |
| Night falls along the coast, a lone ship sailing in the distance. Its silhouette stands out like a ghost, a lantern's bloom the only proof of existence. Stars glitter in waves of dancing twilight, the lamp only one among many drops of light. | |
| No matter how long he sits at his desk, with only a lantern beside him to guide his pen, he always conducts his work with a heart of... | |
| No matter the challenges this little town and its residents face, you can always guarantee that a positive outcome will occur, with the help of their everlasting... | |
| Not a microscope nor a telescope could ever find my end, I'm an infinite line with a couple of bends. What am I? | |
| Nothing escapes, far away or near and dear, it's all absorbed in a painting. What am I? | |
| O! My summer dream! My garden gleaming in the sun! All facing the same rising star. Your loveliness, second to none. The rose’s red may shine like rubies. Hydrangea’s blue as summer showers. But all would fade in your canary rays! O! My beautiful…. | |
| Old values stick true to cause, proud tradition holding ground with fiercely clinging claws. Innovation questions outdated laws, new changes willfully taking wing. Aviar Cove strains over what these changes will bring, but we know time and friendship will solve almost anything! | |
| On my boat in the dark and lonely sea, a thought keeps me afloat. Not even the lighthouse and stars can guide me, as I sail home, what do I see? | |
| On wings of blue I hide you all, but as the moon rises I must fall. | |
| One bird in the hand is better than two in the bush. However, I'm more dangerous than any sparrow or Pine Thrush. From the smallest bird to the biggest bear, my fangs can strike from anywhere. What am I? | |
One of my hands is large, the other small. |
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| Only storms will let you see my tallest peaks and deepest valleys, but on a clear and calmer day, come float on driftwood here to play. What am I? | |
| Over my head, a symbol of revelation - first dark, then what? | |
| Overcomes all, I always enthrall. Gentle as a dove, I am pure... | |
| Painting pictures seen through the mind's eye, light glimmering across the great glass eye. Figures shifting and moving as time marches on, only tales carrying the memory of shapes that have since gone. What are we? | |
| Paler hues turn to deep blues, fathomless and distant. In the furthest reaches lights shine as proof of life's existence. We yearn to explore both above and below; there's still so much to see and know! | |
| Peacefully they stand side by side. The beasts, the heros and others alike. You might know a story, a tale but on a starry night come without fright. Rest by the hillside and watch them stride, line by line. | |
Peer at me, watch me spin. |
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| Peering through the eye to the sky you see my cratered visage on display. What I feel inside I can't deny. The light shining through me does betray. My connection to the sun I can't defy. What keeps me coming back, always nearby? | |
| Plush wings whip past your flushed face- what is the color that dusts your cheeks? | |
| Pulling and pushing. The sea at his command. Pulling and pushing. Sometimes full and sometimes half. | |
| Quietly we cross the sea, until we reach the shore. Then we speak not with a whisper, but instead the sweetest roar. What are we? | |
Beyond the surface, far from sight |
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Round and round and round I go |
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| Run as far as you can see, you'll never get there faster than me. | |
| Sacred light you'll never hold, I can make you almost touch- see its shine, hue and grace, seek its sense through my lens. What am I? | |
| Sails moving in the wind, the sun rising and falling, and the tides of the sea all abide by me. What am I? | |
| Salt in the air and lost in the dark? Worry not! For I will guide your way back. What am I? | |
| Scuttling back and forth sideways across sands of gold and through oceans of blue, I wander, gazing to lands just beyond my reach. What am I? | |
| Seafoam spills along a golden shore, here one moment then gone once more. Ephemeral and fleeting; the sign of a cycle completing. What am I? | |
| Sharper than any blade, if you wield this with precision, even the weakest can save the day. | |
| She waves her welcome high, a greeting to all travellers passing by, the hospitality of the townsfolk who can fly. | |
| Shine of mine, I carry not - but for those who can I'm a mantle. Who am I? | |
| Shining light that is not my own. I appear in the sky, never alone. I usually come out at night bringing stars with me to sight. | |
| Should you hear our peoples song from far across the ocean, find me at the other side and show me your devotion. | |
| Sleek lines etched by time into the body of a stretching beast. It feasts on light and air. It sleeps for centuries. It dies by fire or steel. | |
| Small and hollow I may be, but listen close to hear the sea. | |
| Small or tall, wide or narrow, we are uncountable and ever moving. We exist where there is wind and water, yet if one goes missing we disappear. Some people play in us, others travel upon us. What are we? | |
| Soft wings flutter behind silk and lace, a lady holding court with gentility and grace. She holds a high regard for those with this skill; an open mind and good manners are an important thing to instill! | |
| Solitude and solemnity are vital to my duty. Darkness and clear skies giving way to bright beauty. From the stars I might divine what soon may come to pass, telescope and journals arranged upon the dewy grass. I look for wisdom in these distant configurations, all while fending off youthful vexations. | |
| Some birds are the symbols of wisdom. Do you know when they fly? | |
Some call it magic |
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| Something to ponder, let yourself wander by the cliffs over yonder. Though flight is for the condor, your mind soars as you wonder... | |
| Sometimes I whisper, sometimes I shout, sometimes I'm silent but sometimes I'm loud. I can play with your hair or uproot a bush, but you can neither see me nor make me shush. | |
| Sometimes, when Father laughs and Mother cries, their Daughter likes to descend upon the world. She always wear the same clothes, never forgetting a single garment. So tell me... what is the color of her hat? |
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| Spread your wings, child of earth and worry not, for the sea will be your cradle if you should fall. | |
| Start to finish, I never end, going around and around, without faltering or mend. | |
Down, down, down I go. |
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| Swaying in the wind, crickets chirp and birds peck and dive. Worms wiggle in and out. What am I? | |
| The answer you're looking for lies in the sun. As the heat soaks through your core, filling you up with a colorful warmth and wraps you in the comfort. | |
| The color of the sky, up so high. Sometimes golden, or with a reddish hue, but you know me best when i am... | |
| The eye of gold rim that sees all afar, seeks only to know where and whom we are. | |
The glow, the light, the illuminated sky. |
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| The hundreds of golden children neatly tucked around the walls of a tower;
wrapped in a green blanket to protect them from the cold |
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| The logical minds and passionate hearts, construction and creation are all forms of art. | |
| The magic happens inside the egg. Do you know what the birdling needs to come out of it? | |
| The salt in the air, the shine on pink hair. The sun's riding high in the endless blue sky. Put a boat in the sea or fly on a breeze, whatever you want! Just go where you please. By the end of the day, come back to the bay; you'll surely sleep tight with a bulb shining bright. | |
The sea is a fortress |
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| The sea pushes and pulls me, winding and swirling until I'm suddenly beneath your feet. What am I? | |
| The silent giants who toil all night, fades from sight at first light. | |
The solitary seer shifts behind his telescope, |
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The sun doth rise into the sky, |
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| The tides rise to meet me, I light your path at night, I am full, never empty – Sometimes just out of sight. What am I? | |
| The trees of the cove bear fruit of light, ethereal fireflies that will always lead the way. What does it take to put them up? | |
| The waves whispered a distant song, and among them was a boy, who really shouldn't be there for long. For his shop needed tending, or at least a watchful gaze, but the little crafter is distracted, his interest in the store abrased. He picked up the shells, his mind lost in thought, their pale blues really told a lot. For these stories from battered waves had reached him, his expression pensive, and he had to sit in silence while the stories increased his ... | |
| The welcoming flag of the cove is split in two. What is the first half? | |
| There is no beginning or end to me. I only keep marching. I don't wait, I don't stall, I don't go backwards. What am I? | |
| There is no magic in my design, and on my own I cannot fly. But in great numbers I'll help you reach the distant trees, the wind, the sky. What am I? | |
| They say we're nothing special, that we're common and plain, but through teamwork and determination we'll always win the day! | |
| Though my skill and confidence are very admired, the same cannot be said of my voice, such a Caw-Caw-phony! | |
| Though the sun rises and sets, I never stop spinning. What am I? | |
| Throughout the day and night I burn. What am I? | |
| Through this many consider it to be a form of immortality, a prestigious badge that lives on in one's heart for eternity. What is it? | |
| To burn in brilliance after falling so low, striving despite the weakness you tow. | |
To have one count the grains I consist of would be the greatest punishment. |
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To walk through the waves, |
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| Too much of me might blind you, but without me, you would be just as blind. What am I? | |
| Turning and turning, I'll drag you into the depths. | |
| Unrelenting and never still, I wear at the rocky shores until, they crumble down to sand loam, and create the beaches we call home. | |
| Up in the clouds, the boundless sky. Glowing and free, few know why. You're kept aloft by soft wings. Your feathers nearly brushing me while soaring high above the deepest sea. Yet you could never reach my light as I am so far away. | |
Upon the sea you may find bands of theives dressed to the nines. |
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| Using me, we could create the most beautiful castle or the most fragile glass. What am I? | |
| Villains have this as cold as ice. What am I? | |
Warm summer nights, |
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| Watching the seagulls fly and the falcons soar, you are already looking at me. What am I? | |
| Waves crash against rock; a harsh command, uttered again, till there is nothing left but sand. | |
We are the visitors on sailing ships, |
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| We cross our wires and our fingers, testing products and traditions. Our elders' distrust towards newness lingers, scolding over luminous emissions. Still, onwards we toil! Innovation sparks along our coils! | |
| We light your cities on the shore, but we obscure the giants that twinkle forevermore. What are we? | |
| We're called gangs, unkindness, pandemonium or murder, but don't let these rude names fool you. What are we really? | |
| We run to you, yet tumble away, just out of reach of your body, before trying once more. What are we? | |
| We shine brighter than the sun, yet you can only see us in the dark, what are we? | |
| What am I? It's hard to be precise- but if I had to describe myself I'd say! Think of air, think of water ripples, think of slow piano and the drizzle of rain in the background. I'm clarity and sadness, I'm a melody of an experience! | |
| What can travel around the world while staying in a corner? | |
| What colours are veils of the sky, dancing on top of thin ice, capturing your gaze and stealing your breath? | |
| What cometh before a fall? What makes confident men rise? | |
| What exists everywhere nothing is, and never where something is? | |
| What is the metal that curves around the observing glass, the alloy of the lighthouse, material of a medal’s past? | |
| What is the shape of the staircase that twines about the treehouse, and this color that cloaks the knoll on which we rest to observe the sky? | |
| What looks at you with a golden eye? All through the day it spies. | |
| What reaches out and scoops the sky into a dewdrop for the wandering eye? | |
| What we do is what we know, and what we know is what we did, and what we did was what we knew, but I could not tell you why. | |
| When a mother bird leaves her nest of kin, what urges her to return? | |
| When I blow my top the ground quivers and shakes - my furious roar brings destruction and pain - and drawing too close would be a huge mistake, for my anger burns everything in its domain. What am I? | |
When one spreads their wings to fly, |
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When out to sea if storm or rain |
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| When the pressure is on, I race. And though I am always needed, I am never touched. What am I? | |
| When the sky is dark you wake me, but when the sky is light you put me back to sleep. What am I? | |
When water freezes in the snow, |
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| When you're lost on the vast sea, pray that among strangers you'll also find me. | |
Whether atop a cliff, |
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| Whether rain or sleet or snow, our delivery service will show! We brave the weather, risk life and feather, no matter how hard the winds may blow! Our young recruits all learn together that it takes this staunch trait to become a venerable pro. | |
| While some of us take a stand and others are simply a great cast, only some are fit for parliament. But in the end, we're all the same. | |
| With red cheeks and a beautiful voice, I hop from branch to branch. | |
Without a source how could I live |
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| Wings flutter through me, they break me apart with ease, yet I'm always whole. What am I? | |
| Years and years the ocean fought to erode, make soft and smooth me. But even though it's tried so hard I'm footloose, fancy free. | |
| You can be the toughest of people, but when braving the cold, you will suffer defeat without me. | |
| You can dream to reach the heavens like I do, but your body limits you. What am I? | |
You can hold a dozen in one hand |
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| You can't see or touch me, I'm not to be boasted of, But starting a journey, you need me the most. | |
| You caught me in a bottle, and brightly did I burn; But rumbling did my cousins come and all was dark again. | |
You come across an elderly man: |
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| You ride on my wings. Time may go on but I will always be there with or without you. I am life, death; present and future. I will always be apart of you. Who am I? | |
| You see me among people, in the rustling of their garments, with flowing tales from their lips, and within the bread they eat. You see me, even if you don't know it yet. I am the dancer's moves and the healer's hand, spirits of old within new. | |
| You stand at high cliff's edge, borrowed wings upon your back. To Carneau's service did you pledge, and there's no time to slack! You take a running start, and from cliffside you leap. Hope and fear fill your heart - up, the strong winds sweep! | |
| You'll spend ages and ages learning of me, but until the end of time, there will always be more to see. | |
| You’ve looked up to me every day of your life for my mysterious beauty and you have even sent others to try and reach my secrets. Still, the only tangible thing you have received from me are my tears. |