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6178: Fainel

Despite being known for clear skies and sunny days, summer had been nothing but tumultuous weather. In the same day it could be blustering, then stagnant and hot, then thundering rain, all of which were problematic for Fainel and her thick coat of feathers. She’d been so excited to get away from the constant spring showers, but that had hardly changed, and when it did, it was replaced with something worse. Lately, she’d become nocturnal to deal with it. At the very least, it helpe...

“Shelly, careful! These plants need full sun to grow properly. Don’t put them too close to the trees.” “Sorry, Vee!” Macaw sat restlessly as his chaperones went about their work. He felt that much of his life had involved watching other oviraptors have all the fun while he was stuck on the sidelines. He loved seeing new places and faces and the traveling of course, but it was like he was only an observer, and not a real member of the flock. An...

Jolene was tracking a pair of cryos. They were so wrapped up in their own conversation that they hadn’t noticed her yet. The pair didn’t look similar in the slightest; one was dark and feathered, the other light brown and scaled. But their scents were so closely linked that Jolene hadn’t realized she was trailing two cryos until she saw them. And there was something else to that scent, too… They smelled a little bit like Kyrien. But only a little bit. ...

Fainel didn’t have as negative of an opinion on the oviraptors as some of the other inhabitants of the islands. She had no idea why they’d stayed hidden for so long, but maybe it was for good reason. They could have been trapped until recently, or were worried the larger dinosaurs would attack them—something that was, unfortunately, proving true. Either way, she didn’t regard them with suspicion, but compassion. So when she came across a single oviraptor, hardl...

The peace in their new home didn't last long for the twins. The next morning under a meagre sun, they had begun to redecorate the place and make it more comfortable. Frasil had put herself in charge of finding new bedding, the moss was nice but it grew damp in the chilly night air and she feared catching scale rot if she used it for too long. Fainel was arranging fronds of the highland forest plants into a cover for the entrance of the cave, taking great care in...

It was a warm spring morning when the young twins made their decision to strike out on their own. They were beginning to outgrow their nest and after learning to hunt for themselves they no longer relied on their mother to survive. They also had each other, a built-in mini pack to help stake out territory in their new lives. Frasil was convinced, and had convinced Fainel in turn, that nothing could stand up to two Cryos working in perfect tandem. Nothing they ha...

There were pros and cons to having only two eggs in a clutch. On one hand you had two hatchlings, easier to feed and easier to focus your attention on individually. They also only had each other in the nest when their parents left to hunt, so their bond could grow unbreakably strong. Unfortunately this also meant that the pure concentrated sibling urge to fight was focused entirely on one other individual. All the strict parenting in the world couldn't curb a ha...

The twins Fainel and Frasil were still small, but made up for it with sheer energy. And in a pack as small as theirs, entertainment was hard to come by. Vanim was doting but awkward, and not very “fun” by the definitions of hyperactive, curious hatchlings. Their older sibling-adjecent-relation was something of a troublemaker, too, which made him a much more attractive target for nagging and prodding. On one warming spring day, Kyrien was picking around at the stamp...