Events and Story

The storm blew in quite unexpectedly, dark thunderheads building and crowding the sky over Salvus in what seemed like a matter of minutes. Since it had seemed like such a nice day, Teeba’s many dragons had ranged out to do whatever they wanted: fishing in the river, climbing the nearby hills, or scouting through the forest for food or objects of interest that passersby might have left behind. With the storm fast approaching, many were already on their way back, eager to take shelter....

Dark Star kept his sail down and continued to pretend to graze at the savannah grass under his hooves. He tucked his star pearl in front of him, out of sight for the creature creeping up on him. It wasn’t that Dark Star liked being hunted. In truth, hearing the subtle crunch of dry grass set his heart to racing and his adrenaline surging, demanding that he run and put distance between himself and the predator or turn and fight with his hooves and hefty maw. But he liked playin...

She knows this dream. It’s a cloudless, moonless night. It’s dark save for the glow of her body which illuminates only the smallest circle around her where blades of grass dance in a rolling breeze. Aquilia tips her head up and feels small as she looks into the endless void, so vast and dark and lonely that she shivers, afraid that it might reach down and pluck her up into it where she’ll be lost forever. It’s a familiar ache, a sadness that comes from feeling disconnect...

A long table had been set out, food of all sorts spread to each and every corner, packed in a tight balancing act that would take the least amount of jostling to cause something to fall. Beloved strode near but politely out of the way, her plumes carefully swept behind her as she wondered where to start. Clover and the rest of his dragons wouldn’t be too far behind, and they would bring such a terrible ruckus in their wake. And that was just the party she was here with; there were others, a...

The ranch was always busy. This was nothing new. If Ryoki never took another dragon under his proverbial (or literal) wing, the ranch would still be busy and bustling. Michael would never, of course, expect Ryoki to stop. He would never consider asking for it even if he wanted to. The kindness Ryoki had for others in need of a home, in need of a family, in need of shelter for the storm was so warm, like a fire in the hearth or the light that beckoned sailors to shore. This wasn’t, th...

It was Prudence’s fault. She’d brought him to the festival, promising a fun evening out, and then she’d gotten distracted. It was strange, admittedly, to see someone else from the same social circles in which the St. James family swam out at such a tawdry celebration. This was not a fancy party with tasteful music and sweet wine and a polite atmosphere. This was beautifully loud and bright, busy. The overlapping noise of several street performers created a wonderful cacophony, un...