Arzuly were skilled at telling the weather. They knew where clouds sleep, they knew where winds travel. How rains whisper, why thunder cries. They knew how to read the sky and soil... ...till Yaraga came to yet wild lands. And when they songs reached the sky - it, in awe, forgot it's ways. Followed chimes so ever mesmerising. For Singers rule miracles and wonders never seen in Again. To their songs heavens listen, to their voices winds dance, to their chants dreadful storms bend and bow, to their laments rivers follow. To them and them alone the world itself is not deaf.
Of them Arzuli sing: "It is us whom came to be from heaven's fire. We, born in desert's heat, in radiance of sky so dire. In us lives it's blaze and might. But it is them who have it's light."
