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The shoreline is gray and cloudy these days. With summer on its deathbed, autumn creeps in silently as the tourists depart from the oceanside. All that said and done…    Fjara is lonely.   The wind is cold against her scaled skin. She reaches over and pats Lucy, face expressionless. The crabbit chirps and curls up against the Astrean for warmth, though Fj...

PROMPT 1: INK - 275 words - June With the ensuing autumn festivities approaching fast, June knows well that she has to get these letters done. She clacks away at her computer, and as she does, the feather pen at her desk scrawls magically, controlled by a wisp of shadow at June’s behest. The letter isn’t long, but it does describe what units to expect the browlets to cover over the nex...