Fauna
The Songsilk Mothmare crosses moonlit meadows on a thirty-centimeter wingspan that reads, at first glance, as a drift of mother-of-pearl in motion. Four membranous wings are scaled in opalescent white that breaks into prismatic flickers, and at the trailing edge each wing carries a single deep-indigo eye-spot that strobes at 740 Hz during mating swarms beneath Pale Sister. The thorax is silver-velvet, downed in fine setae that catch dew, and a feathered antenna sweeps a hand-span on either side, tasting chord-pheromone over kilometers. Compound eyes the color of ground amethyst tile the small head, and a coiled proboscis unfurls to drink the nectar of resonance-flowers. The abdomen tapers, banded indigo and silver, and ends in a tuft of song-silk fibres the moth releases on the breeze to navigate by sound. In flight the wingbeat itself plays a faint chord that other moths thread into a wider community-melody, the meadow turning briefly into an instrument made of insects.
Cael fliers and Myrr foragers both keep night-meadow vigils to dream beneath a Mothmare swarm; the prophetic dreams woven by the chord are mostly nonsense, but once a generation a true vision crosses, and that dreamer becomes a chord-augur consulted by both subtypes. Lovers exchange a single song-silk fibre as a betrothal token, since the strand only sings if the moth that spun it died on a moonlit night.
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