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6666: Mikhail

As dawn broke over Isla Kela, a strong wind blew up from the coast, bringing with it the salty scent of the sea. Cassia breathed it in deep; it was something that he could never smell in Atlantis, even after the water started pouring in. “I suspect this isn’t your first time on the surface, Cassia.” Cassia didn’t hide his grin as he led Mikhail across the windy moor. “Not everyone wanted to drown with a bunch of crumbly old buildings.” ...

“I wish to have a walk around the grounds, cousin.” Blackmist looked up from his lounging, then down to his little cousin. “Go for a walk, then. I won’t keep you.” “A lord doesn’t go for a walk on his own! He needs guards!” Blackmist smirked, choosing not to point out that Mikhail was very much not a lord, being far too young to have a claim on any sort of title, let alone to boss him around. But he was in charge...

Since they were much larger and lacked the thumbs of the humans that came before them, iguanodons rarely used instruments during musical performances. Not that Mikhail cared either way; regardless of whether or not it included the smacking of a drum or the plucking of some strings, to him, it was all unnecessary, brutish noise. He would prefer to hear what the dinosaur next to him was saying without having to strain his ears against the cacophony. Unfortunately, his co...