“Of course it does,” Hades said with a warm look on his face. Ah, Prometheus’ soul was glowing. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, placing his head on top of Prometheus’.

The bird made a chirp and stepped back, then noticing the pregnancy. It crowed to the other yol, and they all hopped down to investigate. Intelligent birds that they were, they were able to deduce what was going on. All that fresh hay... they kept it clean but usually only brought that much bearing material during egg-laying season. The yol chirped at each other and got to work, moving the hay around, weaving and bending it with their beaks.