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After spending days wandering through Atlantis, Vanim yearned for the open prairies of his home. It felt like he couldn’t take two steps without nearly tripping over an overgrown root or a carnivorous plant’s snapping jaws. He’d gotten better at avoiding them, but having to stay alert at all times wore on his patience, and his nerves. He spent more time resting than he would have if he were traveling aboveground, but even then he didn’t feel like he could relax; he’d endeare...

“So you need this…” Swavelli waved a hand around. “Honey, and it’ll make the meat taste better?” “Yes!” The tawny iguanodon clapped his hooves together. “Exactly. I bet you wild things have never had marinated meat before. If you bring me some honey, I’ll give both of you your share, I promise. It will be the best treat you’ve ever tasted!” “What does honey taste like?” Seffe asked, which was a much less...

“It’s so hot out,” Boneice groaned, pressed flat into the cool grass. “I feel like I’m being cooked.” Kelorvir was in a similar position, lying a few paces away. “We should find some mud. That always feels good on a hot day.” “For you naked guys, maybe,” Auk scoffed. “All it does to me is get stuck in my feathers.” “Well, I don’t hear you coming up with any genius ideas.” Macaw watched from a...

Peach Pit, the euoplocephalus Fainel and her charges had found blocking their way, was a mess of laughter. “Alright, alright!” he shouted, struggling to roll back onto his front after laughing so hard he fell over. “Good show! You’ve definitely earned your entry into Atlantis.” Relieved, Fainel let the two oviraptors fall into her hands and didn’t toss them up again. Juggling them had been difficult, not to mention nerve-wracking. The poor things were so light! So fr...

Macaw’s hatching day had been, in a word, busy. The oviraptors had only recently made their way out of Atlantis, and seen the surface for the first time in years. The adults in the flock were always running around, scouting new territory, spreading seeds, attempting to make peace with the locals. And there was, of course, the nest. Macaw’s nest. Hummingbird herself had only hatched about a week prior, so she was still in the...

“Macaw, wait up!” Macaw looked back at her, stuck out his black tongue, and continued running down the beach, sending up sprays of sand as he went. Hummingbird managed to sigh through her panting as she struggled to keep up. It was, as always, impossible to get Macaw’s mind off of something once he got an idea. She knew better than to try and stop him. Still, the least he could do was slow down a little. They were far from the rest of the flock today on his lates...

Summer was in full swing on Seffe’s corner of the beach, and with it, the inexplicable urge to build a nesting display. And not in the cave he and Swavelli lived in, no, he needed something individual. Personal. And, most of all, visible to everyone passing by! It was a very serious ordeal to find the perfect place for construction. The beach was beautiful, and the sunsets would give his feathers a very flattering glow at the right hour, but the tide put his whole pl...

Macaw had been one of the first oviraptors to hatch on the surface, rather than the tunnels and jungles beneath the islands. And he loved the feeling of sunlight on this scales, and kicking up sand on the beach… But, like all hatchlings, curiosity was a far stronger motivator than satisfaction with the status quo. The rest of the flock didn’t want him going underground, of course. It was too dangerous, the plants too unruly, the euoplocephalus too o...

Despite being known for clear skies and sunny days, summer had been nothing but tumultuous weather. In the same day it could be blustering, then stagnant and hot, then thundering rain, all of which were problematic for Fainel and her thick coat of feathers. She’d been so excited to get away from the constant spring showers, but that had hardly changed, and when it did, it was replaced with something worse. Lately, she’d become nocturnal to deal with it. At the very least, it helpe...

“Shelly, careful! These plants need full sun to grow properly. Don’t put them too close to the trees.” “Sorry, Vee!” Macaw sat restlessly as his chaperones went about their work. He felt that much of his life had involved watching other oviraptors have all the fun while he was stuck on the sidelines. He loved seeing new places and faces and the traveling of course, but it was like he was only an observer, and not a real member of the flock. An...

Jolene was tracking a pair of cryos. They were so wrapped up in their own conversation that they hadn’t noticed her yet. The pair didn’t look similar in the slightest; one was dark and feathered, the other light brown and scaled. But their scents were so closely linked that Jolene hadn’t realized she was trailing two cryos until she saw them. And there was something else to that scent, too… They smelled a little bit like Kyrien. But only a little bit. ...