Yorda took the cherry, turning it over in her hands. She had seen much of this odd, glittering substance around the city - but she hadn't known it had a name. She continued to examine it, holding it close to her face, then far away, childlike in her usual curiosity. "And Ma-ca-la-nia," she said, looking at Auron again and pronouncing the name of the forest carefully, "is all of it like this?" It sounded wondrous, and the girl gave a bright smile at the thought of it.