"para gli der" Eari speaks each syllable separate, taking his time to taste the new word. He likes it. He likes words he has never heard before. Words that sound and smell, and feel, like the things they represent. This is a word that has wind in it.

He reaches down to touch the faint line on the metal. Catches himself at the last possible moment. For half a breath his fingers hover over the card and he can almost feel the air current flowing under. It's probably better not to touch it, though. He could spoil the magic. But he still wants to know.

"Can you show me?"