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 | The New Old World"It happened to be raining that day. That was what caught Ilathu’s attention. It wasn’t an especially noteworthy rainstorm..."
by fenshae |  | Polly Poogle's Amazing Race"'Wow...! Look at them run!' exclaimed Polly, watching the annual Poogle Race from the sanctity of her home..."
by skweebz |  | Coming Home"The small thump coming from the downstairs kitchen was what woke Sandra from her restless slumber. The Orange Kougra sat bolt upright, glancing across the room to find her sister, Cory, still asleep..."
by acorna12 |  | Fyora’s Faerie Festival"My hands shook slightly as I tried to untangle my hair. I took my brush and tried to brush it out, but it remained..."
by black_skull725 |  | The First Crashing of the First Festival"She took in the Ixi's festival attire, a composition of mesh, glitter, and denim that had gone past the point of distress and into agony..."
by liouchan |
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"The New Old World" by fenshae
It happened to be raining that day. That was what caught Ilathu’s attention. It wasn’t an especially noteworthy rainstorm, no torrential downpour or violent gales of wind. Just a slow, steady drizzle, punctuated by the occasional flash of white-gold lightning far in the distance. But it was enough to get her thinking. “Zydaro…when was the last time it rained?” “Hm?” The Ogrin was standing in front of the floor-length mirror, admiring his electric-blue mohawk. He wore a pair of black shades perched atop his muzzle, and they kept sliding comically down the bridge of his nose as he twisted about, primping and examining his hairdo from every angle. “The rain. Do you remember the last time it rained?” Ilathu floated impatiently behind him, because being reflected in whatever shiny surface he was admiring himself in was the #1 best way to get him to pay attention. She wished she had a more corporeal body, something solid enough that she could reach out and rumple his stupid hair and make him pay attention to what he was saying, but she had to make do with floating annoyingly over his shoulder instead. “What were you saying?” Zydaro asked, satisfied at last with his hair. He turned to look at the Ghost Xweetok, peering over the top of his shades. “Something about the rain?” Ilathu groaned.
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