Where I come from, the forests are three times as tall. The leaves are all thick fleshy plates, and you can walk on them in spirals right up to the top of the canopy. All mauves and purples with blood-red trunks. And after winter, when the suns first get warm, there are swarms of moths. They’ve got wings like cut sapphires, and they blot out the white sky like glittering blue smoke.
— Turlough (Loups Garoux)