Water droplets splash down on me from the trees, and the air is muggy, clogging up my senses. There must have been a brief downpour. In a few minutes, my shoes are soaked through with liquid mud. I’m in such a rush to get to the clearing that I hardly notice.
The song booms into my head not even halfway there, but when I reach it, I find that the fog that usually greets me isn’t there. Instead, lit by the large patches of sunlight spilling through the trees, are more Krobats than I ever imagined. I vaguely remember Attou telling me that there were over ninety of them in the flock, but even with that in mind, seeing them all together for the first time makes me gawp like an unblinking doll.
They’re all the same height as Cratt and Baro, except for Attou and one other, but each of them has
