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…Okay, so maybe the anxiety was back just a little stronger than Reika had thought. The previous day, it wasn’t so bad; the newly gained hope and confidence had carried him through the night, letting him feel settled and content with the new path he was taking. But now — the tangible closeness of it began to creep in on him. Tomorrow was the day he would meet the master he was supposed to apprentice with. He found himself spending most of his time fussing...

The sky over Azure Palace faded from bright, sapphire blue, into a vibrant orange and purple. The evening air cooled and in the city, the crowds of bustling kebs began their transition into nighttime activities. Some went home, allowing the streets to finally clear, and others opened their night market stalls, or lit small fireworks among plein-air painters. It was all a beautiful sight to see. And now, hours later, Reika was finally able to better enjoy it all, as he sat on a tiled ba...

Reika felt his own paws trembling as he stared down into the wood of the ship. At his side, he heard Huǒyào chattering away to him, his own larger, clawed paw placed soothingly on his back, but Reika hardly heard a single word of it. The nerves were gnawing away at his stomach, making him almost wish he was only seasick. In reality, the ship sailed gently, and the waters were calm, glittering vibrant blue under the bright summer sun. Reika’s nerves were not for the vessel on which ...

Kage’s head was swimming. He felt dizzy, bleary, and his leg ached. Somewhere nearby he heard his crows cawing in distress, making noise as they fluttered and avoided the fallen debris now strewn about the room. He groaned. Just what had happened? He fell? Making himself open his eyes, he looked up, seeing the hole in the ceiling above him where the ancient, half rotten wood had given way under his weight. Another groan, and he plopped his head back down onto the floor. The dust sett...

There was no hesitation in Kage’s steps as he marched right up to the old, creaking front door of the mansion, only taking a moment to observe its structural integrity before he pushed it wide open. It groaned loudly, the sound echoing ominously within the dark, empty halls within. Okay, that was a little creepy, Kage thought, but the quiet cawing and chirping of his crows on his back quickly erased the thought. He’d been in buildings far older, creepier, and adm...

Kage loved this time of the year. The cold, crispy air reminded him of his home back at Silver Post, and he could feel the bubbling energy all over Terramessia as kebs of all hubs began to ramp up for the coming holiday seasons. It felt festive — even now! It was exactly the kind of vibe Kage needed, and with the Halloween activities winding to a close, he was eager for something else to hold his interest. It was what brought him to Fogbrew Hollow, trotting along amongst the twisted,...

Yūrai shivered lightly as he trailed carefully along the winding, foggy paths of the Red Forest, paws crunching on fallen crimson leaves as he made his way among trees that were all-too familiar.  It wasn’t often he returned home; the cold branches, the scent of leaves, the maze-like mist and wisps darting about… it all ached, like a wound that wouldn’t close.  A particular pain that festered and burned and gnawed at him from the inside-out. ...

It was late afternoon. The air was finally cooling, as the sky turned to evening colors and the breeze carried the smells of the sea and food from nearby markets across the beaches. It was all rather soothing — but it was hard for Reika to feel very relaxed. He sat in the sand, watching some kebs set up the area for the archery contest. The problem was that he was going to participate. He didn’t even know why he was there, except that his boyfriend Huǒyào had insisted it...

Waves crashed against the hull of the fishing boat. The sun shone bright in the sky, turning the foam and spray of the sea into sparkles in the air as the boat glided gracefully across the surface. There couldn’t possibly be a better day for fishing in the open sea — a sentiment certainly held by Emerson, who stood proud at the bow of the boat, arms crossed as they sailed to their destination. The old fisherkeb was right at home in the water, and looked proud at his position, his w...