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The Tale of Two Dragons6
The Tale of Two DragonsPt.6
"Whoa, slow down!" said Asp uneasily, watching Tullugaq trying to finish her lunch as quickly as possible. "You might choke."
They were at a wobbly outdoor table a short distance away from where the Greebik feasted and belched contentedly.
"I have to hurry," said Tullugaq, still stuffing her face. "There are places here to explore."
"There's no hurry," said Maureen, delicately sipping her ice tea, "no reason to hurry at all. You still have plenty of time. I'm sure Gnashgarak's a leisurely eater."
Tullugaq chewed more slowly without taking her eyes off the main street. Once she was finished, she grabbed up her satchel and got up. Then, changing her mind, she sat back down and looked at Maureen.
"Mrs. Dalton?" she said curiously.
"Do you know anything about this Chaugnar and Gray
The Professor, Portent, Pest 5
The Professor, the Portent, the PestPt. 5
Tullugaq rubbed the back of her head then rotated her shoulders. Her muscles ached from sitting scrunched up in her seat for an hour and a half, and her mood wasn't much better. She was tired of the swaying of the carriage, the snorting of the Greebik, plus both her feet kept going to sleep, and she wanted more than anything to get off.
A world of looming trees closed in around them, creating a shifting play of shadows and sunlight against the carriage's windows. Tullugaq remembered that these towering groves of glyph trees overlooked Point Viz, known for its numerous airship wrecks. Looking through binoculars or a telescope, one would see hordes of lusca squabbling over space or romping in the mist.
Sighing wearily, Tullugaq thought for a minute about her satchel. Well, it might work to d
The Trip and the Morning Visit
The Trip and the Morning Visitor Part 4
Sixteen-year-old Twhistle Tullugaq trudged down the winding forest trail leading to the Greebik stop. She shuffled along, dragging her feet, and didn't try to catch up with her sister Kiki, age nine, who was lugging a large duffel bag and a heavy rausch horn case.
It was early June. Sunlight burned through the thick morning fog shrouding the Swanwick Region, dappling the trunks of the tall glyph trees. A cold wet mist swirled around the sisters as they walked along the damp, spongy ground. Ferns, mosses, and flowering shrubs grew in profusion along the trail, while carpets of clover-like oxalis adorned the shady hollows.
Tullugaq and Kiki were Churckas from the quaint little hamlet of WrenChester. Had they lived in the Outer World of the City, they would have been regarded as st
The Residant of Heron ManorPt3
The Resident of Heron ManorPart 3
Among the picturesque towns dotting the alpine and foothill region of the Gebrigskamm Ranges, Zelmak justly held a high place. The Erskine Valley Basin was overgrown with mostly Yggdrasil beech and that was why it was breathtakingly beautiful in the autumn, more so even than other parts of Gebrigskamm. In autumn and winter, the fog level here was so thick that only the mountaintops rose above it resembling islands in a vast sea.
It was well known by the tourists for the remarkable series of medieval castle and renaissance chateaus left behind by the noble dynasty of Fluss. There were also several mineral springs suitable for drinking and therapeutic bathing, and huge moorland decorated by numerous lakes and
The Last Day of October--Ch. 2
The Last Day of OctoberPart 2
The Quinarth rim valleys harbored a dense population of Faire Folk or as they prefer to be knownthe "Free Folk." Hundreds of permanent towns and villages dotted the misty shores of the Quinarth Rim Area. Hundreds more nested in the surrounding trees or in dens among the root system. Others were always on the move, wandering in pursuit of trade, the next seasonal crop or greener pastures for their herds. Although they were living in a beautiful and fruitful land that was protected from the hostile outside world, the Free Folk knew better than to trust the idyllic scenes before their eyes. Their land held many dangershuge predators like the weira and yowie lurked in the deep wood.
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