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“What’re these little cones?” Baby Precious wondered as he lay basking in the afternoon sun, combing his hoof idly through the silt. It was sticking to every crease in fins and scales and he looked forward to sliding back into the river to wash it off, but there was more to the grey-brown expanse than you could see from a distance. The shark-tailed land fawn from the troupe of performers that had arrived at the camp a...

An orange figure resolved out of the brown turbidity of this stretch of river, cutting closer through the swirling currents faster than seemed possible from the unbothered pace of his fluttering fins. “Have you seen Baby around? Pretty sure he was supposed to help me with scouting the forks coming up upstream, but I never saw him.” Audacious giggled with a roll of her pale eyes. “Oh, I think you can gue...

Lainey paid little attention to the slugs and mud tangling with her feathers on each step through the straw mulch path, nearly deep enough to come to her hocks if her hooves sank straight to the ground. Her teetering dash through the garden had two goals: revel in how fast she could go the bigger she grew, and find Mama to proudly tell her she'd finished feeding and watering all the chimebirds.  There Mama was, sitting on ...