Sparrow Scribe Says: Agent of Allay, Ambrosial Auklet

He talks in riddle, his tunes are no taradiddle.

He is warm and sweet, like a cup of hot chocolate. He is no other than Ambrosial Auklet.

He calls in often low and deep hoot but reaches the whole Kingdom. Of land and ocean. Of ground and sky. Swaying every bird and bard with harmonies which stained every broken soul, therefore fixing them whole again. He is the kind soul that you might want to give a pat on the back. With his innocent smile, taking away your heartache that no one seems to able to track.

“No one should be left broken and bruised!”

So he says.

Thus he travels to find crumbled hearts and be their missing piece. To slopes, boulder fields, lava flows, and sea cliffs. He serenades his worry, his anger, his heartbreak, but most importantly, all of his hearty affection, charming wonder, radiant generosity, and captivating imagination. He flies around to witness the bloomed roses, dancing waves, and new beginnings, then he sings again.

Since he was a little bird, he loves the color black, he also loves the ocean. He is bold, he always has his own path fo follow even when he doesn’t seem so. The sight that he has been running around to catch is that of the ocean at night with its gleaming light. It excites him, inspires him. The ocean is what encourages him to breathe lives to those who are gasping. He sends out hoots to hear the call from the other side. Sometimes like a lullaby, but sometime keeping your mind busy all night.