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"A Guide to Getting Lost" by kendall_cristi
If it were up to her, Altoc would trade her jewelled crown for a worn field journal and disappear into the Lost Desert dunes before breakfast. When she was young, she wanted to be just like Seshatia, the Library Faerie, when she grew up. Then she would've spent her days with her pink nose buried in a book instead of powdered and perfumed.
While the other Royal Cybunnies danced in the ballroom and gathered in the courtyard for tea, she was on the other side of the castle piling books about King Coltzan into her paws or climbing the castle walls to sketch the Crokabeks. But today, everything was changing. Today, Altoc was strolling through the stalls of Sakhmet instead of practicing her posture. She had a Tchea Fruit up to her nose, the sand beneath her sandals, and a dream to fulfill. She was going out into the dunes to study rare desert petpets, from Djutis to Gebs, for a new book If she was lucky enough, she might even catch a glimpse of a Scamander.
The hot, dry air swirled around Altoc, carrying the scents of different flowers and spices. She stopped at a peculiar stall that looked like it had different sand sculptures arranged in baskets. She leaned in to look closer and saw that they were shaped like fruits.
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