While huddled together on bleak, rainy nights, the eldest of the Kimeti find it most agreeable to gather the energy left to their aching bones and spin tales for the frightened foals. As lightning flashes its deadly brilliance, and thunder barks and growls challenge, the brilliant, jeweled tales spun of huddled warmth and wheezing breath spread through the sky, silencing and dimming their fear, as brave souls of days past are made to dance and sing again. As the tale ends, and the storm fades, the foals are left to doze in the loving embrace of the swamp.