|Fall from GraceHow strange…Fyora thought to herself as she wandered along the corridors of her magnificent fortress, there seems to be no one here today…|
|The Miracle Who Fell From the Sky!You're a pain, Flor.|
|How a Hissi Learned to FlySchyff, a Magma Hissi, was sitting and quietly reading a book when a strange feeling came over him. The sort of feeling you get when you feel you’re being watched...|
|A Sailor's SkyHe tightly gripped the slip of paper in his claws, fearing that the gusts of wind would take his only chance at getting even a look from the Captain away from him...|
|And The Sky Was AlightWritten here is my report, dictated with a magical pen. Only the witness’s words are present, though you can likely infer my questions from the text. |
|Xucrão Shoots the BreezeHurling yourself off the Darigan Citadel into the buffeting winds... what could possibly go wrong?|
|Cloudy with a Chance of OH FYORA THE SKY'S FALLING!But of all the embarrassing and, to be perfectly frank, concerning things that I have done over the years, I believe that nothing will ever top the incident that my friends have taken to calling “The Miamouse Incident.”|
|Cotton Candy CloudsEtzie slammed the cupboard door shut. “No, I’m really not. We split rent for this place down the middle and you do nothing but sit in your room all day or laze around on the couch and eat pizza, which, of course you don’t clean up!”|
|Crowding the SkyThe sky provides much awe to planet-dwellers...|
|The Joy of FlightAnd so began my new hobby. I opened a bank account and started saving. |
|Castles in the Sky"The sky was growing imperceptibly darker, as the sun dipped ever lower, the clouds retaining their purplish hues. Alaina gave a last, long look at them, her periwinkle eyes sad and wistful.
Would Faerieland ever return to the clouds? she wondered."|
|You Are Now Leaving Neopia"We are the Grundos. We used to live in harmony and peace on the planet Doran."|
|Who Says You Need Wings?Today was different, somehow. A blooming, ripening sensation in his limbs. A sign that he was ready, perhaps.|
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"A Sailor's Sky" by racerfishy
The moonlight sparkled off the dark sea as Hunter nervously walked along the planks of the Haunted Woods docks, his boots clacking off the worn wood. Though not as dangerous as Krawk Island due to most pirates living there, the Haunted Woods docks still had a healthy mixture of grumpy sailors and smooth tongue merchants to keep one on their toes. Normally Hunter wouldn’t dream of setting foot within a mile of this place, but desperate times call for desperate measures. As he pondered whether or not the risk was worth it, the salty wind bit through his ragged coat, pulling him from his thoughts and prompting the young Krawk to try and take his mind off the fact that the thing was falling apart at the seams. He tightly gripped the slip of paper in his claws, fearing that the gusts of wind would take his only chance at getting even a look from the Captain away from him.
“Yo, watch it!”
Hunter stumbled, almost dropping his precious paper as a burly Blumaroo shoved past him. He was carrying a barrel on his shoulder that probably weighed more than the Krawk himself.
“S-Sorry…” the youth stammered.
The Blumaroo stared down at him with yellow eyes. “Be lucky I’m in a hurry, otherwise I might see if I could catch something with you as bait…”
He shoved Hunter with a solid jab to the chest before lumbering off, adjusting the barrel on his shoulder. Meekly the Krawk climbed back to his feet, trying to brush off the humiliating stares from a couple of sailors sitting outside a tavern.
“Little guppy, he won’t last to the next tide…” The Moehog on the left chuckled, taking a swig from his tankard.
The Ixi sitting to his right laughed and knocked the table with his hoof. “Next tide? Ooh, that's more generous than I would give him. Hey boy! Are ye lost? The fairground is back that way!”
Hunter scurried away, hiding his blushing scales in the collar of his coat. As he quietly made his way further down the docks, his eyes nervously darted around to the various sailors lounging about as he tried to find the ship that he was looking for.
|Myths and Omens: In the Sky|
Our aim is to preserve these in their original rendition while reciting the story as it was recited to us by the natives of each Neopian land.
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I figured there’s no better to way celebrate a version of the Neopian Times in the sky than by talking about airborne avatars.
|Young Jhudora and Queen Fyora|
She looked around the room and realized that something was wrong. She ran into the kitchen and gasped when she saw The Elder sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the wall.
|There Goes That Man and His Kite!|
It's a particular interest in society, a hankering to learn about people, as individuals and how they interact, how they view others and how others can influence them. I have a notebook where I will be recording my findings, and, now, I have a red kite.