She had first met Java in a place not unlike this, a sunswept tropical island heavy with the scents of flowers and fruit. It was a quirk of fate that the girl's first real friend would not even be o...
(Open is fine!)
She had braved the mists in search of her missing companion, but she was beginning to regret doing so. The thin trails beaten out through the fog seemed to twist and turn and double b...
The blue mare's neck arched proudly at Otem's admiration of her magic, her feathers ruffling, but she dismissed her flames regardless. Until she was sure that there was no more immediate danger, she c...
In the darkness, she hadn't noticed the dark-feathered owl perched on the mare's back until it hooted softly, fixing the grulla mare with a sagelike gaze. Her ears pricked in interest, a brief nicker ...
Fuck. If she was dead, then there went any hope of finding Java. If she had perished in the whirlpool, then surely the poor bat had too, being even less-suited for the water than she. Before she could...
(YEEEEE BOIIII)
She knew better than to let her guard down in an unknown place, and so when she caught a glimmer of light moving between the trees, she froze, muscles tensed in readiness. She wasn't ...
She had gone stormdancing before, when the rare thunderstorm rolled over the steppes of her birthplace. It was a thrill to wing her way up into the clouds, darting among the flashes of lightning and d...
