Ilyria and the Lightning Bird
They are well fed and their robes rustle, resplendent with wealth and the bounty of the earth.
“There were five metropolises of the One World,” said Astrapi, as they strode through this old world, “Menos, which was much like Idixat though much, much bigger—a place of the earth. Nemach, a metropolis that stretched across the highest spires its people could build—a place of air. Yakip, the place of water, whose boundaries ebbed and flowed with the tides. Izben, where the precious metals of the earth were mined.” He paused, his voice soft with memories, “And Benguzi, place of fire. My home.”
Place of fire. She began to understand his strange attachment to Vatra.
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