Life Isn't About Waiting for the Rain to Pass The Christmas Pteri sighed again. Her mother could brighten up anything, she knew. She and her mother had used to live together on Krawk Island, but since that day, since that typhoon, long ago...
Why There Are Keyrings by Vjenda the Kyrii The elderly blue Shoyru was a walking testament to the colorful variety of keyrings in Neopia. Even the pert eyeglasses atop his nose had keyrings dangling from the temples...