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Aster spent a lot of time looking at the sky. He loved to observe the movement of the clouds and the colors that splashed the world above him, as if someone took an enormous paintbrush and used the heavens as their canvas. He especially loved sunny days, gazing longingly at how the intense light from Lingua’s own star shone through cloud droplets and tempered glass. He always felt the most energized when directly un...

Theia doesn’t remember how or when she came to be. Her memory was rather fuzzy as a tabula rasa, and all she knew was wandering the streets of Sermos, searching for… “something”. She wasn’t sure what she sought, exactly, but she’d seen other Paralogos around town. Larger dinosaurs, with more distinct colors and features. Some flitting about on an errand, others accompanying their caretakers, all of them expressing an air of purpose. Surely they found...

“Ah, there!”   Acorn stood back proudly, admiring his handiwork. A large, crinkly pile of dried leaves lay before him, twisting slightly to and fro in the light autumn breeze.    The dark green rake hung heavy in his hands, but there was still more work to be done! After all, Kiana didn’t invite any slackers to her leaf gathering “party!”   He didn’t know the gentle plant-based Paralogos well, but he did know ...