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217: Seffe

“So you need this…” Swavelli waved a hand around. “Honey, and it’ll make the meat taste better?” “Yes!” The tawny iguanodon clapped his hooves together. “Exactly. I bet you wild things have never had marinated meat before. If you bring me some honey, I’ll give both of you your share, I promise. It will be the best treat you’ve ever tasted!” “What does honey taste like?” Seffe asked, which was a much less...

Summer was in full swing on Seffe’s corner of the beach, and with it, the inexplicable urge to build a nesting display. And not in the cave he and Swavelli lived in, no, he needed something individual. Personal. And, most of all, visible to everyone passing by! It was a very serious ordeal to find the perfect place for construction. The beach was beautiful, and the sunsets would give his feathers a very flattering glow at the right hour, but the tide put his whole pl...

"Have you ever made a nest before?" It was a simple question but it rooted Sparrow's feet to the floor. His nests so far had been rudimentary living quarters, scraps of material to suit him and whoever was bunking with him at the time. His usual roommate had been his twin sister, and she was just as unfussy as he was. He didn't know where to begin with making a fully functional nest to incubate eggs and raise hatchlings in. He swallowed his pride and turned to S...

Seffe knew that strange things were happening on Isla Kera. It made Swavelli nervous, but a lot of things made Swavelli nervous. She was the sort that liked to have the perfect answer to everything, and all of the recent unexpected events agitated her. Even without saying it outright, Seffe could see it in the pinch of her brow and the twitching of her claws, and Seffe didn’t want her panicking any more than she already was. So Seffe stuck to the shore, away from all of the aggressiv...

Swavelli and Seffe both loved the beach, though she knew it was for different reasons. Swavelli was built for diving and fishing, and would spend hours at a time wading and swimming, sometimes hunting for fish but other times just for pleasure. The water slid gracefully off of her scales when she came back onto land, which combined with the hot sun meant she got dry almost instantly. Seffe was another story. He was up for splashing around in the shallows, and investiga...

Swavelli had made good on her word; she was on a mission to find the ocean. She’d been trekking through the bayou for weeks, on the hunt of where the sun set every night. And she’d made good on her unspoken word, too, because Seffe was still with her. Both of them had grown significantly on their journey, and Seffe had learned many words, much to Swavelli’s chagrin. There were times where his constant chatter about what kind of frog t...

The first thing he remembered was being moved around, shuffling around in his eggshell. He didn’t know at the time, but it was his mother, rearranging the eggs in her nest. The eggs were close to hatching, so she was naturally anxious, wanting everything to be just so when her new babies made their way into the world. But one thing bothered her more than anything else, and that was this egg in particular. It was a strange shape. Too round...