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6125: Swavelli

As summer rolled in, the land and sea became warmer, and if given the choice, Swavelli always chose the sea. To her, warm air was oppressive; it settled on her shoulders like a great tower of stones, pinning her beneath its weight. A hot day on land meant she was doomed to sloth until a cloud came by and passed over the sun, granting her some reprieve. The ocean was another story. A warm ocean was a cuddle from Seffe’s feathered pelt, a hip-bump from ...

“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...

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...