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“YES!” The scream rang through nearly the entire fjord. A multitude of kebanzu heads turned towards Turtle in complete alarm, their perked ears settling when they realized it was just an overdramatic girl who was relieved to finally, finally, have reached the fjord.  “WAHOO!” A few more kebanzu shot Shrimp a look as she yelle...

“I don’t wanna go out there.” Turtle was so close to the window that her breath caused it to fog up in a continuous steady beat.    This was her first time up north and the snow was nearly as tall as her. Her uncle insisted on taking her to experience the snow, and at first she was excited, but her excitement was metaphorically and literally dampened as the snow turned out to no...

“How freaking long is this migration!?” Turtle punctuated her question with a sneeze, taking a deep sniff to try and preserve all the moisture that was dripping out of her now-red snout. She had finally reached the part of the winter where she was perpetually sniffling and nursing the rash underneath her nostrils. Something that would never have happened if she just stayed h...

Turtle wouldn’t exactly call herself a thief, rather, she’s a collector. As an artist her eyes have always been particularly susceptible to being caught. This is nowhere more prominent than her hundreds of journals and binders that she has collected in the basement of the inn she was raised in. Well, perhaps “inn” is a generous word, it would be best described as a resort. Beach access and her hospitable parents have made it quite the location to flock to if you find yourself desiring...

Turtle was completely distraught as they found themselves in a circle of boys who were chattering in a language she couldn’t understand. While she may not have been able to understand anybody it was clear they were going around in a circle introducing themselves and then…something else. She couldn’t figure out what else she was supposed to say and her turn was fast approaching. Bang. Bang. ...