Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

"Worms, bugs and all the creepy, crawly critters of the earth!" she corrected in her high-pitched voice, winking one beady black eye. "It's the crest, I think; it makes me look fierce! Don't you think so?" She tittered again, flicking the feathery black crest back and forth on her forehead.

"It's short for Ultraviolet," the jay explained, then yelled, "Hey! Language!" when he cursed. It was a habit picked up from her mother. "It's nice to meet you, Aesop, despite your filthy mouth." She gave him a look of reproof, though was back to her merry mood in the next beat. "I'd love to tell you anything you want to know! Just ask!"