Wintervale

Her first outing had been a success. One filled nera jar sat in a locked display case, the jar lovingly cradled in a repurposed wine bottle cradle. Dialup was studying it quietly, watching the fractals of ice crawl over the inner surface, neat patterns that obeyed some rigid law of nature. She had identified it, loosely, as a sandshrew, by the tiny ears atop the thing's head, the scutes that formed on it. It was not, unfortunately, one that she thought she had a use for right then, but, it wa...

The data Dialup had collected on the Nera had, if nothing else, proven amusing. She'd sent in the video and her entire transcript of the encounter, her notes, her location, and, after a brief period of review, she got back a message. Not just any old official scrap, either- templated as it had read to her- but something useful. Schematics. Lounging on her comfortable sofa, Dialup stroked Giga's back slowly, from head to tail. He was, for once, napping with a serene expression on...

My mother insisted that I take things in stride, but if I do that then I won’t be able to explore everywhere that I wish to explore, or that I want to explore! I want to see the world and widen my research, which is why the next one on my list is the floating city of Wintervale. I packed for the cold, wearing a heavy sweater with a jacket wrapped around me, and though Grimm and Opal didn’t like it, I gave them outfits to help keep them warm as well....

My mother insisted that I take things in stride, but if I do that then I won’t be able to explore everywhere that I wish to explore, or that I want to explore! I want to see the world and widen my research, which is why the next one on my list is the floating city of Wintervale. I packed for the cold, wearing a heavy sweater with a jacket wrapped around me, and though Grimm and Opal didn’t like it, I gave them outfits to help keep them warm as well....

 Viggo often wondered sometimes how things ended up like they had. Sure, he’d had his rocky moments in life, but ultimately it always worked out in the end. Maybe he was riding on that hope that things would smooth out as always, no matter how much shit he got himself into. It wasn’t like he was painfully oblivious, but maybe he was naive.   He’d gotten into a few tangles, more than his usual amount. Luckily it was easy enough to patch himself up and cover things up thanks to S...