When the night grows still and the embers glow, a soft song drifts from the firepit. It is not a wind or a crackle, but a tiny voice that only the attentive can hear. Learn the name of that bird and why it sings when no one is listening.
In Glowveil Hollow, the firepit is a gathering place. When the last story is told and the last mug is set down, the flames keep a low hum. It is in this hush that the bird appears, perched on a smoldering log, its feathers reflecting the violet‑green glow.
The bird’s song is a single, clear note that rises and falls like a breath. It does not repeat; each phrase is unique, echoing the fire’s ever‑changing shape. The melody carries a sense of remembrance, as if recalling every story ever spoken around the fire.
The Hollow’s elders call it the Emberling. The name comes from the bird’s habit of nesting in the warm ashes and its voice that sounds like a spark catching on wood.