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Many curious things happened on Earth, kijikaiaku themselves being among them. Long, elegant nature spirits of many colors and shapes and sizes, their Gaia-given purpose was to protect this world and everything in it. Even if it meant applying violence and underhanded tactics at times. Vairsing, a red kiji with golden mane, teeth, and rainbow accents, was not one for underhanded tactics. He was too straightforward for that. So it was, when talk of a strange man in red and his horde of ...

“What’s a clover?”   Ibex sighed as his noontide trek was interrupted. Craning his neck, he angled a level gaze at Socorro. He’d been scouring the cove areas he was familiar with, and didn’t need his search interrupted.   Ibex stepped around the thorny cover of a hyacinth bush. “A clover is a type of plant that has historically been associated wi...