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"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest

Each feather in its tail is a souvenir of an exotic land, a memory condensed in hue.

Long ago, birds of paradise littered the skies. Thanks to the city's sprawl, most now exist as pets of society's elite.

"How lovely! An ambassador from outside Valley arrived today in Three Tree City. Animalfolk from all over have come to welcome them."
—Ms. Bumbleflower

"It's not a question of where he grips it . . . "

". . . It's a simple question of weight ratios."

Long ago, birds of paradise littered the skies. Thanks to the city's sprawl, most now exist as pets of society's elite.

The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming riverbed. Birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land.

Sages whisper of an undiscovered natural paradise, a tropical island unspoiled by war.

Its brilliant plumage painted streaks of color across a sky long darkened by war.

Its diet consists of the rare everyberry, which tastes different every time. It loves the surprise!

Its diet consists of the rare everyberry, which tastes different every time. It loves the surprise!

A single vivid feather fetches a royal price—but who, having seen these magnificent creations of Nature, would settle for a feather?

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur Forest

Long ago, birds of paradise littered the skies. Thanks to the city's sprawl, most now exist as pets of society's elite.

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur Forest

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest