User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161217040721/@comment-30014014-20161218161152

"Gladus, he knows, settle down, little friend", ''the court fool asks. The tiny winged being stops in one breath of air, dissipating any notion of wind filling the room as it settles over his shoulder, nesting with a tiny draft og wind to play with.''

"They are in abundance in my homeland, well, after we managed to put life back on it. That was a monumental task. They've swept the land, fertilizing it with life after the Great War and them began living among us. This little fella over your shoulder was still a larva when I began taking care of him".