“Shivae sing and Gurdan fly, together we survive. Scythetails come and go, The Whiptails soar their skies, but for the Shivae and their chicks, the sun does shine. The moon glows and the stars gleam,… all for Shivae,…” Triv trailed off. “If only I could remember exactly how it went,…”

In the shade of the tree and with sunset coming quickly, Triv closed his eyes and hummed for a few minutes longer, enjoying a cool breeze and the smell of oncoming rain.