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Cassidy fluffed her feathers against the sandy wind as she finally caught sight of her home. She climbed the slope with her eyes shut, finally getting some respite from the aggravating grains since she knew the route like the back of her claw. The sandstorm hadn’t been entirely unexpected, the dark cloud had been hanging over the horizon for a while but she hadn’t expected it to be quite so... gritty. The smooth, worn stone was as familiar under her feet as ...

The trees seemed to sigh at night, exhaling at the end of the day and relaxing at the silence they could enjoy. Sure some of the island's denizens were more active at night, but by and large it was a more peaceful place, and it felt like even the less sentient organisms recognised that. The trees barely moved in the night air, letting their leaves flutter as they willed. Crickets rubbed their legs together to create the night chorus, singing back and forth as fi...

“Boy, the time has come.” Prince forced himself to rise slowly from the nest to give himself an air of nonchalance, hiding the way his heart skipped a beat with excitement. If he weren’t too old to show such childish behaviour he would’ve run straight to his father’s side like he had for lesson days in the past. Instead, he rolled from the dried reeds and shook his crest feathers from their flattened state. It was always so easy to sleep in his father�...

“And that's how you escape a forest fire after an eruption,” Kamui finished sagely, nodding his head. He enjoyed relaying his wisdom to the youth of the colony, and did so every time he was asked to supervise a flying session with those just learning to use their wings. “That's cool, can we go fly now?” one of the assembled tropeognathus juveniles asked, their contemporaries shifting restlessly. ...

Spring had a habit of sneaking up on you when you lived on Isla Kela. Pera was the temperamental sister, her seasons charging in and out like thunderstorms, but Kela was softer, subtler. It seemed like the snow melted millimetre by millimeter until one morning you woke to an explosion of colour and sound as the world began to wake up again. Amaryllis described it as the season ‘sneaking up’ on her, or at least that continued to be her excuse year on year as ...