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It was only the beginning of February, so winter should have been at its harshest. However, something had changed on the islands – recently, a warmer, pleasant wind had been blowing, gradually and almost imperceptibly melting the snow and making the newly blooming plants visible again, delighting the eyes of all passers-by. Hardly anyone complained about it. The archipelago, although composed of many diametrically different areas, mostly resembled a subtropical zone. Most of its inha...

Winter, although it ruled over a large part of the archipelago, flooding the islands with tons of snow, was not so harsh everywhere. The weather along the coastline was always much milder and more balanced, and everyone who lived in the area could enjoy moderate temperatures and limited precipitation. However, the beaches also had their drawbacks - loose sand was not the best substrate for plants, so the dunes were almost completely devoid of them. The empty, monotonous coastline, dotted here...

Costel stood at the side of the room, next to a big, army like helicopter,  blending in seamlessly with the rest of the audience. Despite his considerable size, he stood in the front row – he was very interested in how this unusual contest would unfold. Judging by the murmurs of interest that rippled through the crowd, he was not alone in that thought. Although it was not a talent contest, for some reason Cheron The Ringmaster was in charge of the aerospace museum wing that day. Dur...

All three tapejaras stood on the starting line, marked by a coloured stripe painted on one of the white planes. The tension had been palpable for quite some time. Three - Troubador looked at Typhoon with a hint of uncertainty. The male was completely indifferent. Two - Dion nervously flapped his wings, feeling a shiver run through his whole body. He didn't want to wait any longer. One! The sound of the start signal cut the air like a whip. The three tapejaras plung...

Costel lazily chewed the remains of meat lying on the ground in front of him, without the slightest hurry. This morning, he had managed to hunt a small wild boar, perfect for a quick, nutritious meal. He needed a good meal to regain his strength – around noon, the young carnotaurus intended to go to the museum building again to participate in the carnival. The thought of once again joining in the fun among others like himself sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Costel, althou...

Rosethorn, though unaccustomed to this type of food, immediately began to eat the red cabbage she had won during the race. She had to admit that she would have eaten anything that came her way as a reward with gusto – the best part was the mere knowledge that she had managed to reach the finish line first. Even though evening was slowly approaching, her foster parents allowed her to walk around the museum for a while longer. The female eagerly took advantage of this tempting opportun...

A sudden gust of wind swept up all the snow that covered the branches of a nearby tree. The snowflakes, lifted into the air, swayed chaotically and then began to fall, performing their enchanting dance. Some of the snowflakes fell on Sidewinder's head and back, immediately melting on the male's warm skin. The Styracosaurus instinctively shook himself, trying to shake off these sudden, delicate pricks of cold. He was quite far from home - he usually resided near volcanic, warm beaches c...

Seri lazily opened his eyes and blinked several times, trying to get rid of the slight blurriness. Even though the sun was already high in the sky, the male was still a little sleepy. He had gotten up early in the morning to stretch his ageing bones, but his companions quickly convinced him to return to their lair. He took a short nap. Next to him, carefully nestling against his side (the spikes that grew from the male's shoulders and hips were not a very comfortable pillow), lay Rei. ...