A Murder of Crows

In the meantime, three crows sat atop a tall tower in Khoya incessantly cawing.

Ofcourse their language is mostly undecipherable for us because it involves great knowledge of semantics. However, if one is to really attempt, their conversations can perhaps be roughly translated.

The Kahoovas are an ancient race from a time before Khoya was lost.

They were given a choice between staying on  or leaving to the land of the skies but after much debate, the kahoovas stayed on.

The reasons for this were long speculated. Some said that perhaps the kahoovas too had been afflicted by the Nasha and therefore their feathers were black.

But this can't be the reason for their return- because sources say they have indeed always been black and this involves an accident of spilled ink and ostriches. But that's another story.

They have also always been shrouded with mystery.

Some believed that the crow could shape shift into a young handsome man, and in this shape- trick people into getting what he desires.

Others say the crows were the spirits of the world's ancestors.

However, the reason for the Kahoovas staying in khoya was simple, having always been the disgruntled minority amongst the birds (the rest of whom were gifted with colour) were given the reservation of being able to fly between all lands as the keeper of sacred law. 

Having been born of ink, their records of the law too were known to be the most meticulously written.

Anyway, so these three crows in question were sitting upon a tall tower in khoya cawing endlessly.

The truth is, they had fallen madly in love with the curling manifestation of the Nasha.

They had always prided themselves on their smooth black tailfeathers.

A blue sheen and shimmer that no creature could replicate.

 Until one day, they saw the Nasha.