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In her time in the mountains, Gwydion has made her little research station into what might better be described as a cozy cottage. The furniture is comfortable, decorated with throw pillows and soft, woven blankets she bought in town. The decorations are sparse, but warm. Her instruments and research notes are strewn about, as they were when she arrived, but it just makes the place look lived-in. She’s awfully fond of the little place now; she’ll be sad when ...

Cricket dashes across the field at the fastest speed he can manage, nearly tripping over his own legs as he does. The grass is long and green, shoulder-height, and his paws keep catching on tangles of it and nearly tripping him. But he doesn’t slow down: the sky is blue and big, stretching off in all directions. What clouds do exist are wispy and thin: barely worth calling clo...

Soledad hasn’t missed the way Caro’s gaze lingers on the storefronts this season: the brightly colored reds and pinks of spring. Sol has lived in Callasta all their life — these things are commonplace to them. Flowers and their petals, hanging pink lanterns, hearts on everything… Soledad never cared particularly for the Mariël’s Festival, and every time the flowers began to bloom it faded from their mind. Barely registered.   ...

Footsteps on the stone, steady and familiar. Zane’s ears twitch.   Two sets, it sounds like. He can hear the distinctive click of hooves on the ground, too frequent to be only a single person. That isn’t terribly unusual; people pass by all the time on their way from one end of the prison to another. There is typically only one guard on patrol in each hallway at a time, but on occasion a ...