Diplomacy

The group hiked back to Sanguine Cove in the early morning, having spent most of the night looking for the moths in the caves. Now, each member of the group carried with then bags filled with small jar containing a few moths each.   "We got so many!" Wait called out excitedly to the group, "I wasn't expecting to find so many with what you told us, Bilo'bjorn."   The belemoid chuckled. "We got lucky, honestly."   Alter and ...

               Tough pebbles crunched under Erist’s feet, slicked from recent snowmelt. The sky was colorless and overcast, the foreboding sense of oncoming rainfall hanging in the air. He looked ahead along the trail at his party: Veldet seemed enraptured playing “eye spy” with Nepeto, who was enjoying a free ride on the draconic tark’ees head, then ahead of them was Deidra. The onyx belemoid was the eldest of the four, she seldom travelled far from the colony, but this...

After finishing their lunch, Nathalia revealed the next location. A grove of seemingly ancient trees hugging one of the mountain sides. She had explained that these trees were renowned for their flexibility and strength. The trees, towering and majestic, seemed to touch the sky.   "These trees have stood for centuries," Nathalia said, her voice full of wonder. "They provide excellent wood, but cutting them down would mean it can never be harvested again, It'd take cen...

     Jhenigi sank gratefully into the lake, the cool water a welcome relief from the oppressive heat and humidity of an early Geshem day.  Their surroundings were unfamiliar, and the weather uncomfortable, but it beat crawling around after Nauxha, relying on some strange chirping device to tell them if their next steps would send them plummeting into a hidden crevasse and to their deaths.      Their current o...