Bloody claws plant into the seashore, on a crescent bay at the edge of the ocean, and they spread, tear down the trees and build a home, name it Sunyha Kyrrra of Family Taiyharren, they prosper and grow and trade and sing and spread some more; the others of Lumylen and Arash and Sunuma see them and call them nomads because that is what they are, nomads, wanderers from a shore like another world, who take to the plains like songs take to memory, and for years and years they grow and they trade and spread, not just lives and cities but ideas, ideas spread and they catch like flames, the others are like moths and come to the flame to hear their songs and trade for goods, the others learn of their ways and bring them home, to the other lands, away from the seas of grass to the mountains and the dunes and the rivers, and there their ideas spread too, spread and spread and spread some more, ‘til memory forgets that once they weren’t there at all.


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    Sunyha Kyrrra | SOO - nyah / CARE - rrah


    Taiyharren | TIE - yah - rrehn


    Lumylen | loo - MEEL - ehn


    Arash | ah - rahsh


    Sunuma | SOO - NOO - mah