One of the most breathtaking sights in all of Quendor is the sun's rays catching the bright shimmering red and yellow plumage of a firebird and filling the sky with the brief flutter of reds and oranges and golds. The usually large flock of these birds may be mistaken as a dark cloud without the proper lighting, but may be recognized even then by its shrill, characteristic call that can be heard for many bloits in all directions. Mating rituals have been described by most botinists as playful and graceful as they ride the air currents, gyring lower and lower, wingtips almost touching, they, brushing the tops of high vegetation, climb again into the heights of the sky. Many adventurers today still cling to the superstition that firebirds are good luck.

SOURCE(S): The Lost City of Zork