Deep Sixed
Our weather-seer predicts grim winds, and the ship must make an Offering for its safety. I won't be seeing the far shore. My clan's doing very well indeed from the ocean, and Balance requires that the ocean claims something back. It will make its...
Undelivered
Stories end in the Mire. I had no true hope of making the crossing, but capture would have been certain on any other route. Better I be lost to the mud and the papers lost with me, and if my City never learns their secrets then neither will our...
It Creeps and Leaps and Engages in Public Outreach
Eleanor in Accounts thinks the new Blob Museum is sketchy: more visitors going in than coming out, and she swears the staff are pseudopods in trench coats. She has good judgment, but it's been a long week and I chose to risk it. [i]Some[/i] folk come...
Forfeit
(A tale from a less-known Pokemon-inhabited world with few if any humans and no Trainers, where fight-minded Pokemon find their own battles and the stakes can get high indeed...) * * * I took the Grand Challenge of the Living Archipelago, and lost...
Ambush Predation
I'm floating blissfully, face up to the sky's blue depths, when something closes softly round my legs and pulls me down. My underwater eyesight is good, for a bear, and I can see the weird blue-green tube (tentacle? worm?) that has my feet grasped...