The tinkling music, punctuated by a sharp high pitched yelp, startled Kinay into looking up. Not just one, but two of them sat in the branches of the Gymtri. They stopped thier conversation and looked down at her, the red of thier eye patch so obvious in the sunlight. Then they took flight.
As Kinay spun to race back home she tried to remember the verse.
One FireBird for sorrow, Two rejoice, Three is a disaster
or was it one for rejoicing and two for sorrow.
She could never remember.
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