In the quiet moments when the night settles over Glowveil Hollow, a soft melody rises from the firepit. It is the song of a single creature, known only by one name.
The bird is called the Emberwing. Its feathers shimmer with a faint violet hue that catches the firelight, and its voice carries the warmth of the flames.
It sings only when no one is listening, a quiet lullaby meant for the night itself. The song drifts like a sigh, weaving through the smoke and ash.
The Emberwing is drawn to the glow and the crackle of the fire. The heat awakens its hidden throat, allowing the bird to release its gentle cadence.