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Venido Canyon was awash with little black silhouettes tonight - but for now, it wasn't Guiyue's concern. When they'd talked last night, his sister had described fervently the strange affliction that had beset the Buckh Mountains' Lord Villoso, and then the Lightning Master on the coast. Ill tides approached, and a single elkh could have only one answer for that. So he took a detour to Venido Canyon, bringing sweet osmanthus and a dark pearl that glimmered in the moonlight. His little wisp, a ...

The bottom fell out as Minos trudged through the weather, actually bothering to see if the Lightning Master had woken up on his own or if someone besides him decided to wake up from his slumber. Lightning cracked loudly, telling him he was wrong. Taking the steep incline down to the beach, grimacing at the sand that was going to get stuck in hooves and mane. The fulgurite pillars were still there, a few had been struc...

    Storms crashed down onto the rocks of the beach, turning sand into glassy stone, glimmering under cracks of lightning that shook the air with their friction. Amaliá picked her way down the coast, through the rocks piled upon each other like towering old gods, and into the cave. The Lightning Master was rumored to sleep here, haunted and surrounded by corruption, dark clouds clinging to his fur. She had wanted to help...

Narancia blinks. The white and blue chicken blinks. Presumably Prim also blinks from on top of her head. Everyone is silent. There’s just the sound of the breeze, hooves on dirt outside and Lavenlach softly clearing her throat. Narancia jerks, making Prim squawk indignantly and this random new daughter flares her white and blue wings. The bell on her poppy collar dings loudly in the sudden silence.   “Is everything alright ‘Ci...