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Pomelo took a deep breath in, and then out. In and out. She unconsciously readjusted her bangs and puffed out her chest, trying to look calm and steady despite her heart nervously pounding against her ribcage. Her town’s ambassador, Henri, was standing down the road hitched to a cart full of straw, waylaid by a conversation with the nearby farm’s owner. Neither of them had noticed her yet, so she waited for their chat to end and Henri to restart his trip bef...

Pomelo groggily squints at the dawn light streaming through the shutters. Today’s the first day of The Races! She should feel excited but she’s snuggled just right in the comfy straw and blankets and all she can think of is how much she wants to stay in bed. Why do these things always have to start so early in the morning? The cool of early morning is a precious time in the ...

It had been a long journey. Varsha lay next to the spring with the aitielkh fawns under the full moon, reflecting on their life and all the steps they had taken to arrive here. They felt a bit out of place as a boring, grey-and-white adult Bepotelkh among the candy-coloured fawns, but they shook off the feeling of being an outsider and reminded themselves that the aitielkh were their home now. They felt deeply honoured to be included in the dream ceremony, and a...