Korvi and their copper

The korvi race has a knack for metalwork. They’re physically strong and they heal well, so they’re suited to dangerous mine conditions. They breathe fire, which is handy when you’re trying to smelt metal. And their society first settled around an active volcano, so they’re familiar with the way minerals can be broken down and reworked.

Out of all metals, korvi have a particular affinity for copper. This stuff here:

A shiny copper nugget

In ancient times, korvi were predatory, dropping onto prey animals from the sky. They would have found the Legend Creature Griffin an inspirational figure: she’s a talented hunter who can grant better luck to those she favours. And since Griffin is a vain creature, she can be swayed with a gift of a shiny object. Something flat and polished that she can look at herself in. A worked piece of copper made a fine gift indeed.

Gradually, korvi adapted to their aemet friends’ agrarian lifestyle, living in mixed-race towns and eating a more omnivorous diet. It became feasible to wear reflective jewellery, since frighting prey animals away was no longer directly synonymous with going to bed hungry. All but the most practical korvi started ornamenting themselves. Beads and bangles, pendants and horn bands. Like the corvids they’re named after, the korvi race has an eye for shiny, interesting trinkets.

Copper is a natural choice for this jewellery. It’s soft enough to work into delicate shapes, it’s warm-coloured like korvi feathers, and it takes a beautiful shine. It even conducts heat well, rapidly warming and cooling like a korvi’s own ectothermicbody.

So what is copper to a korvi nowadays?

Peregrine knelt, gripping the copper bead tight. Copper meant luck; its sheen caught the attention of even the gods and the Legend Creatures. Every korvi old enough to fly kept a piece on their person, a clip or bangle or a raw copper lump, some token of hopes and well-wishes. Peregrine would simply have to manage without his piece.
“Look after this for me,” he said.
Tillian’s ears wilted farther at the sight of the round copper bead in his hand – Giala wore dozens just like this one – and she smiled her answer. She knew enough to act like she understood.

–Chapter 10 of Remedy

Just a small, meaningful part of their lives.

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