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...