mtg.wtf

"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.

It is rumored that wild breeds of the species— including those which have retained the capacity for flight—still thrive throughout forests nestled in the vastly unexplored valleys of Abalathia's Spine.

"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.

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

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