Seasonal Prompts

The ground had turned soft. The sludgy, cling-to-your-legs kind of soft from winter’s end, only aided by recent beaver activity, flooding previously dry lands. Rain had helped, and the sun had followed, baking the surface enough to crack open dried streambeds and forests alike. Where once the world had been frozen and brittle, now it crumbled beneath claws with satisfying give. Gwenn was already halfway buried. Dirt flew behind her in wide sprays, her thick forelimbs shovelling throu...

With lazy clouds drifting across flawless blue skies, the spring warmth draped over the Isles like a blanket. Flora, previously wilted and frozen, awoke from their slumber with overgrown stalks, new green leaves and an abundance of fragile petals. The season had turned, and the islands transformed with erupting colours in a sea of blooms wherever they could reach and grow. The cold season is no more, as announced by the onslaught of vibrant visuals and the sweet...

None of the waterways made any sense ever since the weather got warmer and all the frost thawed. The landscape on the isles morphed with new lakes and redirected rivers as diligent beavers worked hard on their construction plans for this spring. Blink scanned the terrain below while she made her circles in the air. The new paths the river cut through the earth weren’t much of a problem, not to flyers, although it st...

The twins Fainel and Frasil were still small, but made up for it with sheer energy. And in a pack as small as theirs, entertainment was hard to come by. Vanim was doting but awkward, and not very “fun” by the definitions of hyperactive, curious hatchlings. Their older sibling-adjecent-relation was something of a troublemaker, too, which made him a much more attractive target for nagging and prodding. On one warming spring day, Kyrien was picking around at the stamp...

Spring took a long time to reach the highlands and Brook still had no idea what was coming his way.  He had managed to lose his mother from his line of sight and now he had no one to shadow and learn from. She had demanded that her offspring disperse from the nest weeks ago but he had been following her in secret to try and see how an adult survived in land like this. With her gone he had no real sense of direction and found himself descending from the highland...

Fresh to life, emerging in the watery slush of a fading winter, Drift was experiencing spring for the first time. Life was already tumultuous so far, hatching in an empty nest, avoiding half-starved adults and trying to scrape enough food together to fill her small belly. As the weather grew warmer the snow she had grown accustomed to was vanishing to reveal a brown-ish carpet of plants, weedy and deprived from the thick white blanket that had covered them. Drif...