Tsemone regrets everything.
“I’m not old, I’m only 151! Now get off my kingdom, damned kids.”
Nina reveals a threatening aura.
A squirrel gazes at its reflection in a borrowed Christmas bauble.
Ace shelters under the treads of a huge tank and reads.
Ace has just about had enough of Clare’s mess.
Dzaradt likes being around humans, but they keep staring at her.
A restoration expert fits the eyes back into a statue of a goddess.
A long tailed lizard person clings to a tree.
A cheerful engraver waves from her perch.