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“I’m telling you, I can see a face in the flower! How can you not see it?” Three juvenile dinosaurs are huddled over a small patch of pansies. The flowers are glorious in their spring colours - bright yellows and whites and the classic purple with black spots and stripes. Just as you might gaze up at clouds looking for familiar shapes, the three had decided to look for shapes in the patterns on flower petals.  The tallest and big...

It’s fair to assume that only spooky things happen in the dead of winter, when the nights are dark and the chill seeps into your bones. When firelight is all that stands between you and the unseen. But don’t underestimate the uncertainty that lies in the haze of summer. Temperatures soar. The air is so heavy that it seems to bend sound and light in strange ways. Insects buzz and thrum with such intensity that you can feel them communicating with each other. Every river or stream is an oas...

Storms regularly crash into the Isles of Kela and Pera, sweeping across them in varying degrees of anger. Some will dissipate as they try to pass the mountains and others will keep raging until they eventually pass out over the ocean. Their path will take them over parts of Isla Pera that are not used to high winds and heavy rain. Areas like the ashlands. The mixture of sand, dust and ash that are the signature feature of the ashlands risk becoming vast amounts of mud and fast-moving s...

Seasons come and go, their affect on some biomes are felt less than others. It may be autumn across the isles but within the ashlands of Pera, there is little change to experience. It is still dry, ashy, and balmy with the heat of neighbouring volcanic vents.  A stocky Styracosaur marches across the ashlands with a consistent rhythm. His skin is a dark dusky purple with darker patches scattered across his body. He has mostly grown into his ad...