Events and Story

Scipio, that resident green menace scuttling around the base, was currently ferrying people around after her rider let her run free for the day. She had nothing better to do, considering all of her work was done- after all, she thought she had well deserved that break. Those minerals won’t dig themselves up, you know! She’s very happy to help though. After all, that is what she is good at, and she certainly knows her rider, at least, appreciates her. Her little spiky tail thumped the grou...

Jack knew this place. Even overgrown: the flowers choked with weeds, the trees with dead limbs untrimmed and dragging the ground, the ivy that covered everything like a carpet except for the pond which was green with algae — Jack recognized the palace gardens. The sky was empty, devoid of sun, moon, or stars. No clouds, no breeze, just an aching sense of emptiness that stretched on and on to a dark, muddied horizon without any of the landmarks Jack could recognize. It wasn’t...

Lia found the hut perched precariously on the edge a floating island. It was, quite literally, perched — long legs sprawled akimbo from the bottom of the quaint cottage, at the ends of which were birdlike feet which curled around the angle of the cliff. The cottage itself was even and level, but it was precariously suspended above a rolling sea of clouds and a fathomless plummet to the bottom. Near the hut were a handful of dragons, some romping happily through the heath while others...

The breath between winter and spring stirred a sense of nostalgia that Jack did their best to ignore. They were partial to winter; the cold and the dark were familiar friends and made the brief flashes of warmth and light all the more meaningful. Then, a lifetime ago, they had been prodded and plied until they let summer in. They’d found themself in love with the transient seasons between the extremes, in the new growth of spring and the slow settle of autumn. That lifetime was gone ...

“Well this is a surprise?” The amused drawl brushed across Meeth’s senses. She glared at the culprit casually leaning against a tree, the warm weather pressing against her, a different sensation to cold lands she usually dwelled in. Her shadow moved a moment, the only sign one of her dragons was with her, of course Nyx was likely to join in with the teasing as defend her. Still she hadn’t quite been able to ignore the hybrids recommendation that she ask the navy cat to accompany her, ...