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"Aye," I replied, hearing the call of a bird.




"That be what Eddas do call a jiki. There be no other name for it I do know of, it be not known in the
lands o' the elves nor to the humans o' the Southlands, it be yet found only in Hyperborea. Ye do yet
hear the male sing. The female be brown and tan, so she may yet hide from hawks and such. The male,
howe'er, be a brilliant crimson, his feathers like blood, and his eye be like the black o' pitch. It be a small
creature, but two palms high or so. At night, ye can yet hear the hoot o' owls what live in the forest
nearby, and near dawn and dusk, ye can yet hear the call o' the mourning dove."




"Husband?" I called.




I heard the sound of a hand passing through the cloth that covered the window, and a hand gripped
mine. "I be here, wife," Karadin replied. "Thy brother be on t'other side, an ye do need his hand, as well."




"Be it... Be it as beautiful as me brother did say?"




"Oh, aye, love. Aye. And a thousand times more, besides. The ground be yet dusted with a million
million flowers, as small as the nail on thy smallest finger. It do look like snow, in spots. Would ye have
some?"




"Ye can fetch them?"
 "Aye, a moment," Karadin replied, his hand leaving mine. I heard his footsteps dart away as my
nephews continued on. Shortly, he was back, his hand thrusting something feathery and soft into mine. "A
handful I did yet take from the top o' a pile near the bole o' one o' the trees."




I lifted the strange, feathery handful to my nose. "They do yet smell wonderful..." Tucking them into a