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With Cheron leading him along, Kaiwi watched as the crowd parted before them. The carnival's ringmaster drew eyes as he passed by, his sparkling red robe reflecting pale lights across the ceiling from the shining sequins sewn into it. They approached a display with a small plane, a significant crowd separated from it by a velvet rope suspended from two golden poles. Between the plane and the raucous crowds throwing rings at it, Kaiwi nearly missed a familiar fac...

"Are you nearly finished?" Ambrose asked, keeping his voice even and hopefully patient. Pants was barely a noticeable weight on his shoulders but he worried about them falling from such a height. "Nearly," the Oviraptor answered around the paintbrush in their mouth. With a final upward stroke they covered the last of Ambrose's crest feathers with the teal paint they had mixed using a seashell as a palette. They scoote...

“Oh honey, I'm home,” Cassidy drawled as she pushed the garden gate open with her shoulder. She held a bright yellow sign clutched in her claws and had been keeping a tight grip on it since she had left the dusty grounds of the canyons. It was a simple triangle shape with a fun spiral snake in the middle, a perfect kitschy gift for her dear mate. Kaiwi liked all sorts of strange tat, he hung up everything she brought him from old signs to rusted chains, they took pride of place on his apa...

Dexter looked back over his shoulder to keep his eye on his friends in the crowd. Kisse had a tight hold on her egg, having refused to leave it unattended at home. It had been weeks with no movement beyond the shell, but neither Dexter nor Roswell had the heart to ask her to stop nurturing it. Roswell herself had been broody lately, preparing her own nest when she couldn't steal the egg for babysitting. All the signs were there, and Dexter was just waiting for t...

In the aerospace wing of the museum, the Lunar Festival was in full swing. This event was an entirely new concept to Wollemia and her children, mostly because none of them had ever experienced a lunar cycle before. Wollemia had spent her life under the false lights of Atlantis, only knowing the moon as a theoretical celestial body that was allegedly in the sky. Being the type to not believe things unless she saw them herself, she had viewed the night sky as an o...

The halls of the Dead City's museum were filled to the ceiling with buzzing chatter and gleeful exclamations, especially in the old aerospace wing. Only a wide path made for navigating the rooms were left free of displays and tat, various games filling the rooms and carnival workers calling loudly to punters. The Lunar Light Festival always drew a large crowd of revellers, joyful and enthusiastic. Crypt hated it. His head was beginning to throb with the beginnin...

To prepare them for their future as the ruling class of Atlantis, the second hatchling Iguanodons grew out of their stubby limbs and downy feathers they were enrolled in lessons with various tutors. Usually it took place in the form of group lessons; one teacher with the entire year's batch of juveniles in one room to impart the same knowledge. Being a more... uncooperative sort, Teopixqui had his fair share of one-on-one sessions with the teachers, extra lesson...

"Sky's falling," Kaiwi remarked quietly to himself as he tipped his head back to observe the heavens. Stars streaked behind the swirling navy clouds, heavy with snow and refusing to move for the light show behind them. Kaiwi wasn't too disappointed about his less-than-stellar view, something about the falling stars had always made him nervous. Snow was a frequent carpet across Isla Kela now, chilling his bare toes as he made his way around the city on his patrol...

Kaiwi didn't give the impression that he was as wise as he really was, but Teo supposed you had to be a certain kind of sharp to survive in the Dead City. Despite his flippant attitude he doubted there was a better mentor across the islands for the children, nor one more thorough, to the point where even in their juvenile stages Teo found himself casting his mind back to the smaller carnivore's advice.  The raptor had been right about one crucial aspect of his ...

Taking the two Acros above the surface hadn't been as difficult as Teopixchui had anticipated, in fact they both seemed eager and in awe of the natural sunlight. He could attribute that to his lack of foresight however, as he also hadn't accounted for the fact he would now be raising two large carnivores at their most vulnerable stage. They followed closely in his steps, almost dwarfed in his footprints as they gradually made their way up the hill to where Teo h...

Drift felt that the highlands suited her. The cool air rippling through her feathers and the fresh mornings that stung her eyes had become familiar at this point and she welcomed each day with the same sense of wonder. She had to admit, part of that wonder was reinforced by the presence of someone else, someone to watch her back and make sure she had a fighting chance. Brook wasn't built for combat, but neither was she, they were both muddling through life the b...

"Have you ever wanted kids?" Dexter's question startled Roswell out of her daze. She had been watching Kisse cradle the egg she had found below in the Alpha Labs and hadn't even heard him approach. "I suppose so," she said eventually, still watching her sister. Kisse had taken the decision to remove the egg from the specimen jar and its shell had seemed surprisingly healthy...

The Queen of Atlantis held frequent meetings with the higher members of her council, behind locked doors and surrounded by guards. Teopixqui had been curious about these meetings for as long as he'd known about them, nearly asking questions right out of the egg. His mother would scold his curiosity while his father would laugh, amused by what he saw as a flight of fancy. Teo learned quickly to keep his interests to himself, knowing anger or mockery would be his ...

There wasn't much to the room that Blanco was confined to, so naturally he discovered most of its secrets and intricacies fairly early into his childhood. From his hatchling days he had discovered the thin paper pamphlets on the shelves, pages glued together with years of damp. He had torn the first one to shreds while trying to open it so he had begun to treat them carefully, prying them apart with thin splinters of wood that were pushed into the corners of his...