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Fleur had learned long ago that work said much about a person. The flower shop told their story in petals and soil. Quiet mornings sorting new deliveries of bluebells and sage, afternoons tying string around cones of violets, evenings spent in the company of drying herbs and the small bell that rang each time a customer came in for something fragrant to carry home. There was nothing fancy about it, and that was the way they liked it. ...

The beach was quiet except for the gentle push and pull of the tide and the distant chatter of gulls. Pinku liked it that way. Quiet meant fewer eyes on him, fewer chances for anyone to notice his clumsy paws fumbling with whatever task he was attempting. And today’s task was… well, ambitious. In the distance, Aremis trotted down the path from the sand dunes, his orange coat catching the morning light like the fir...

The first thing anyone ever noticed about Prika’s Steps was that they moved. A chain of small islands colored in hues of pale apricot, mint, lilac, and custard drifted in a lazy procession around the much larger island below. The big island was all cliffs painted with patches of honey-colored fields and boulders that looked ready to be plucked and used to draw like chalk, with a central mountain that threw a cooling shadow at noon and blushed violet at dusk. T...

The midday sun blazed over the port, gleaming off ship hulls and the fins of those who lived half in the water, half on land. Fleur stood near the end of the line, their styled tail drifting lazily in the sea-salt breeze, the faint shimmer of pollen still clinging to their fur from that morning’s work at the flower shop. The air smelled of brine and faintly of fried fish from the food stalls lining the pier. Maestro...

Sometimes the world didn’t wait for you to be ready. It just kicked the door open, threw the sunlight in your face, and expected you to run with it. That was how the morning felt to Finn. From the moment he’d stepped outside, Patalum was alive. Lelokos with tails in bloom drifted into t...

The heat of the summer was relentless in Crederia that day. The sun hung high and heavy in the sky, spilling molten gold across the land, and every stone, leaf, and patch of soil radiated back its warmth. Even the cicadas seemed half-hearted in their droning, as though the air itself weighed them down. Across the town, Crederians were seeking any excuse to stop moving and any chance to escape the oppressive heat. Some...

The storm raged outside, gusts of wind battering the windows while snow flurries swirled so thickly that even a few feet of visibility seemed like a distant luxury to anyone foolish enough to venture out. The house groaned under the pressure of the storm, its joints creaking in time with the deep aches that had suddenly flared in Luce’s own limbs—old wounds, long healed, rearing their heads once more in response to the drop in temperature. ‘So, it’s going to be one...

The pink bab crouched behind the sturdy snow fort, blending seamlessly with the pile of snow that had been shoveled to clear a path for the other babs and their noisy babblings. Despite his small size and unassuming form, he himself was no babling. His fluffy pink and cream-colored tail stood stiff and alert, poking out above the fort like a brightly glowing beacon, as if a sign were attached to it reading, "Pinku is here, proceed with caution." He had bundled himself up i...

Luce stirred awake, a yawn escaping him as the first chill of winter settled in. Snowflakes drifted lazily outside, gradually accumulating behind the glass panes of his windows, though he barely spared them a glance. It was just another day—another chance to make more money. As he padded his way to the closet, memories surfaced unbidden, lingering in the corners of his mind. He tossed an old scarf aroun...