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The halls of Atlantis were cold and unfriendly to outsiders. Mary plodded around, a large sack held in her beak. The residents avoided her, oviraptor scouts slipping past her with yelps of fear, and the guards and court giving her disgruntled looks. The parasaurolophus sighed. Working up trust was going decently, at least. Beforehand the reactions had been much more extreme, and the tasks had been much worse. Today she had been tasked with bringing produce to th...

How had it come to this? The three couldnt help but wonder as they stared across the adoring crowd, the people of Atalants cheering and roaring their names while the Queen loomed ahead. Flurry, Snowshoe, and Oboe had come down here on a mission. For Flurry and Oboe, it was to discover the source of these new plants, and for Snowshoe it was to rediscover home after an unfortunate encounter led her to bumping her head and losing her memory. It had been tough for t...

It was the seventh day in their sad little room before good news finally came. Mary and Mintee were curled up as usual, Bassoon in the beams overhead. Over the days they had been locked up, they had managed to slowly earn more and more of the Atlanteans trust- and they had, in return, been slowly allowed to make their room more and more comfortable. They had a bed now, made of various harmless plant material that they had gathered and that the scouts had gifted ...

The third day of servitude brought something new for the trio- the first two days had been interesting with them trapped inside of the compound of Atlantis, doing various tasks for the court. And while the first two days were filled with fear and awe at the circumstances they found themselves in… it quickly wore off. This place was pretty boring when you were trapped there as a “guest”. The walls might have been pretty, but once you looked past the neatly ...