Magic Progression

Heavily-bandaged fingers tapped wildly over the keyboard, claws clicking against the keys at a rapid pace. Wide eyes looked desperately across the flashing web pages, and the tail tapped anxiously against the floor. While no sweat could run down the gray-and-white patterned brow, it surely would if such a thing were possible for a Paralogos.   Finally, with an earsplitting physical screech, and an anguished me...

“Pssst, Mira. Are you awake yet?” The red Paralogos opened her eyes. If it wasn’t normally a regular occurrence, she’d have yelped in fright at the other Paralogos staring three inches from her face. Thankfully Mira did not startle, for Iris did this to her nearly every morning. “Hooray, you’re AWAKE!” Iris cheered, the clouds billowing from her form accelerat...