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“Are you three enjoying your stay?” The royal guard, Selena, was back at their room in the guest house, her tone soft despite her many quills and spikes. “Very!” Hummingbird was in the middle of having her feathers preened by a pair of monkeys. A larger group was giving Fainel a well-deserved massage, and Macaw was taking a nap—imagine that!—on a nearby tower of pillows. “I am happy to hear that. And I’m very sorry to interrupt, but I ha...

“I hate this place so much.” Randolph glared at Rebecca, willing himself to not snap at her. “You were the one who wanted to come here in the first place, remember?” They were, of course, talking about Atlantis. “That was because this is where Papa and Aunt Fainel were going,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It was mysterious! Enigmatic!” Randolph was surprised she knew words that big. “But ...

“I wish to have a walk around the grounds, cousin.” Blackmist looked up from his lounging, then down to his little cousin. “Go for a walk, then. I won’t keep you.” “A lord doesn’t go for a walk on his own! He needs guards!” Blackmist smirked, choosing not to point out that Mikhail was very much not a lord, being far too young to have a claim on any sort of title, let alone to boss him around. But he was in charge...

Since they were much larger and lacked the thumbs of the humans that came before them, iguanodons rarely used instruments during musical performances. Not that Mikhail cared either way; regardless of whether or not it included the smacking of a drum or the plucking of some strings, to him, it was all unnecessary, brutish noise. He would prefer to hear what the dinosaur next to him was saying without having to strain his ears against the cacophony. Unfortunately, his co...

“Are we almost there, Papa?” Roxanne and her two siblings, Randolph and Rebecca, had been following their papa on the longest walk of their lives. Granted, they’d never really gone on a walk before. But still, it felt like even as the landscape changed around them from ragged rocks to river flats to sprawling savanna, Kyrien always had a different destination in mind. For three newly-mobile hatchlings, it was infuriating and exhausting. “We’ll...

After many weeks spent assisting ovis, then euoplos, Fainel, Hummingbird, and Macaw had successfully infiltrated the heart of Atlantis. Macaw was eager to explore the old human facilities, and Fainel was curious as to what the iguanodons were up to, but their reception hadn’t exactly been warm. They’d been chased out of the city under threat of imprisonment, and even Macaw hadn’t dared to venture in again. That was, until they met a rather different sort of iguan...

Vanim paced. There wasn’t much else to do while stuck at the bottom of a ravine. Kratti had told him he would have an audience with the queen soon, which meant one of two things: the queen would be coming down to see him personally, or there was some way to get out. He had a suspicion; while there was little at the bottom other than tightly-packed dirt, and the walls were meticulously smooth, up on the ridge, there were a few long, broad logs, strippe...

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...