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142: Vanim

After spending days wandering through Atlantis, Vanim yearned for the open prairies of his home. It felt like he couldn’t take two steps without nearly tripping over an overgrown root or a carnivorous plant’s snapping jaws. He’d gotten better at avoiding them, but having to stay alert at all times wore on his patience, and his nerves. He spent more time resting than he would have if he were traveling aboveground, but even then he didn’t feel like he could relax; he’d endeare...

It was a crisp spring morning on Isla Kera, and a family of cryosaurs were beginning to stir. Sandstorm, after scenting no predators on the breeze, allowed her hatchlings to follow her out of the cavern they using for shelter. Sandstorm herself didn’t mind staying out in the open, but with her little ones, she didn’t want to take the risk. Vanim was the last to emerge, and he carefully trailed behind his mother. He didn’t join his siblings in their rough...