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The winds were harsh in the desert today, and Haiku was beginning to regret her decision to take a stroll in such weather. It was rare that she even traversed these parts, but she had made plans to visit someone outside of the mountains. Maybe it would have been better to simply reschedule, though, as the wind tousled her fur and whipped around her shawl. It was unrelenting, specks of sand passing by her face as she still pushed forward.  ...

The rainforest somehow seemed quieter than usual, lacking the constant chirping and croaking ambiance provided by the various critters. It was as if they too knew something was coming. The only noises that broke clearly through this were the sound of crushing leaves beneath the hooves of both Noë and Pip, an aitielkh and boarlet tasked with finding moon flowers for Villoso’s ritual. Noë, despite knowing they should be keeping a keen eye on the little boarlet weaving between trees, c...