FIREBIRD
One of the most breathtaking sights in all of
Quendor is the sun's rays
catching the bright shimmering red and yellow plumage of a firebird and
filling the sky with the brief flutter of reds and oranges and golds.
The usually large flock of these birds may be mistaken as a dark cloud
without the proper lighting, but may be recognized even then by its
shrill, characteristic call that can be heard for many bloits in all
directions. Mating rituals have been described by most botinists as
playful and graceful as they ride the air currents, gyring lower and
lower, wingtips almost touching, they, brushing the tops of high
vegetation, climb again into the heights of the sky. Many adventurers
today still cling to the superstition that firebirds are good luck.
| SOURCE(S): The Lost City of Zork |