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2782: Polaris

Polaris watched with a painful feeling of longing as the silhouettes of approaching tropeognathus rushed overhead, barely visible against the approaching night as they returned with reports of what they had found, stories of what interactions and encounters they had with the islanders, and with bundles and beakfuls of things. She had not left the safety of the ship since Matriar...

The museum was filled with life - which was not something classically said about most museums, let alone this one which lay almost empty for most of the year, occupied by little else but bones, dust, and ghosts. Now it was so full that it was difficult to walk through without bumping into someone, which was inconvenient for Matriarch, who was more or less stuck on the ground for...

“Let’s go - we’re going to miss it!” Tar teased his moms. Well. He teased Callahan, he still was not sure how much Petrichor actually liked him versus simply tolerated him because she loved Callahan. She was warming up to him though. Slowly. Petrichor snorted. “The sun has hardly gone down past the horizon and the stars neve...

Severe storms had ravaged the islands for the past few days. Not even the off-shore wreck of the cargo ship that Steelwater Flock called home was spared. Galia strutted through the hold; flinching whenever she heard the hull creak as howling winds rocked the boat. There was a weirdly organised chaos below deck, plenty of the flock swooping in and out, fetching scrap materials for repairs. The Bosuns and Bulwarks formed a chain of communication up the main corrid...