Prompts and Events

It took Aliyah a moment to get used to the kicking motion of her seal-like tail. She moved slowly and unevenly at first, propelling herself slowly downward into the sea. Once she had gotten the hang of the kick, she began experimenting with moving her new dorsal fins to better help her turn. It felt very unnatural, but as she ventured further into the ocean, it became more like second-nature, like she had known how to do this all along. She guessed this must be ...

Aliyah inhaled the sweet, salty air of Corwyn. She always enjoyed being back in the town where she was raised, especially during the Starsea Festival. Although the festival traditions have spread all across Andras, Corwyn still does it best, in Aliyah’s not at all biased opinion. The streets become strung with strings of lights and lamp posts hung with lanterns in the shapes of selpies, seawyrms and the mysterious seatouched woolyne. Stalls pop up during the y...

“Are you sure you want to do this? I won’t go easy on you, you know. You haven’t seen the least of what I can do,” “Oh, so you think you’re better than me, huh.” Erin huffed as she crossed her arms indignantly. “You haven’t seen what I can do either, Rowan.” “Get prepared to be slaughtered then,” Rowan drawled as he picked up and shouldered the obnox...

Somehow, a peony-pink pappiton had managed to find it’s way out of the field it was meant to be in. Tej was attempting to herd it back into the field through an open gate while Eryn attempted to keep the rest of the flock in said field. “Quick, close the gate before they all get out!” Tej yelled from behind the hedge. Eryn ran as fast as she could towards the gate in the corner of the field, but she was too late. One of the cheeky pappitons had escaped her watch and was no...

It came early, the cold. He’d been expecting as much what with the early signs, but it still seemed strange. For all that it was strange it was lovely. There was just something about the change in the way the air smelled. That delicious shift from dry crackling leaves to the almost indescribable, delicate perfume that was not so much the snow itself as the promise of it. There was both to be had now that it had really gotten going, and while he suspected he might be pinched for supplies in ...