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  Lita, the ambassador of Tama, was usually unflappable. Monsoon season? Easy to prepare for. A rowdy party at the local watering hole? No big deal. A swarm of cicadles was a whole new kind of catastrophe.  “Are they -eating- the houses!?” Lita exclaimed,”Ahh! The tapestries-! No, not the sculptures, too!” Lita bleated in panic while the invading blue insect...

“Good luck down there, Syfke,” said Paiva. With such an immensely dense and high-piled mane, traveling to Miatias was a less than appealing venture.  “My thanks, friend,” replied Syfke, “I know you feel some guilt over not traveling with me, but you should not. You have helped so much already.” Pavia pawed at the ground and chuckled affably. “Alright. I will ...

The bog dream left Syfke with an unnerving - as if there was a touch of augury to the experience. In the morning, Syfke journeyed to the Jutsk shrine and meditated on the memory of it.  It had been such a brief interaction with the creature known as Ulpukka. Ulpukka had unique powers and represented the bogs as a place of life and death. A cautionary tale to take care in the depths of the bog.  The distress Ulpukka ...

Sirpa and her kittens ----- Springtime, though filled with hope as the land buds with greenery, can be a time of danger for wild creatures. Weather can be unpredictable and miserably wet. Predators are especially successful during this transitory season.  To find a decent breakfast, Syfke traveled further south from the Jutsk mountain range. While his shroomkin ...

Summer ends suddenly  in the Jutsk Mountains. After a season stubbornly high in the sky, the sun relinquishes its post and sinks below the horizon. The cycle of day and night resumes for a time. Syfke knew that soon enough, Winter would claim the North Tundra in snow blanketed darkness for the next several months.  It was the aitielkh’s habit to climb the peak near the Jutsk shrine on the last day of summer. He pl...

Bisera The word of dangerous sea ray-like creatures had reached Pirillo before the beasts themselves had, giving the residents of the ports a little time to prepare themselves. Not that it seemed to have done much good. How do you prepare for a threat you don’t understand after all? Bisera’s legs shook unde...

In Kuota, it was a busy time for shepherds. It was the middle of lambing season, so Mimir and his parents were patrolling the fields often, looking for newborns or ewes in distress. On a particularly humid night, Mimir was unable to fall asleep. The elkh family slept in a cozy shed at the north end of the fields, facing the homestead’s main home across the way. It was peaceful and the gentle snoring of sheep was carried by the wind.  ...

The first thing that struck Vimla as she arrived at Pirillo was the unfamiliar scent of the sea. A warm wind blew the brine and moisture towards the village, ruffling the sunset colored awnings of adobe buildings. It was still early morning, so the temperature was quite pleasant. Vimla felt energized and curious as she turned to her newest companion. “Bisera, I heard it does not ...