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    Tsairbi sighs deeply, her eyes lingering on the wisps of rose-tinted clouds. Rays of soft light seep into the damp early morning just as the night shower fades away. Thankfully, Tsairbi and her companion found shelter beneath a rocky outcrop. The dry space was small resulting in her and her companion having to snuggle up to stay out of the cold. Spring might’ve just arrived but remnants of the harsh winter remain during the darkest parts of the night. ...

         A dusk sky, deep abyssal blues and haunting purples envelop the world from above silver lights dancing faintly throughout, all the while the sharp curve of a waning moon slices through all. Callio looks up at this crescent, her dark eyes transfixed on its silent beauty that grows brighter the further the light of day is chased away. Her eyes aren’t the only senses she’s using to absorb her surroundings. Around her she can smell the sharp sc...

 Rain has never been Callio’s favorite, she knows that with all the confidence a little hatchling who’s only seen the moon, sun, and stars for less days than she has toes. The droplets seep into her feathery coat and trickles into her nostrils eyes causing frequent sneezing and head shakes to clear them. Angrily, she glares up at the bare canopy wishing the scarce leaves would grow abundant spontaneously and offer her much needed sh...