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Noise clattered from every direction, construction and demolition and cleaning and chattering around statues of the sister goddesses filled the dusty air. Vesta pressed herself to a wall, ears pinned as she looked over plans she’d drawn up, pages of notes and drawings with diagrams of new ideas for Life’s future coliseum. Warm toned eyes wander the hallway, padding along slowly as she moves to find the arena she’d been assigned, one already almost finished but ready to be furnished. She sneezed, fluffing up her muffed ruffle as she entered the gates, a blank canvas of an arena sprawled out in front of her, notebook tucked into her chest as she let a long breath out. Pushing the gate open she glanced up, noting the watchful eye of Noita above, the snowy white aerial swooping between her arena and one nearby, her competition. Around her only a few totes stashed under a small stage meant for beauty contests, within all her equipment and decor she’d made and brought with to set up her

Smooth and pale, water glides down the walls and trickles into puddles that glisten with the light of a torch. The flickering flames dance across the walls of the cave, too deep in now to have seen the light of the sun perhaps ever. Small stones, glittering artefacts embedded in the earth play tricks on the eyes as the two kukuri pass by making their way deeper into the throat of the cavern, knowing secrets lie in wait. “How do we know this is the right way?” Yuna whispers, quiet voice echoing in a distorted harmony, her large velvet hazel body tense as the two padded down the narrowing corridor. Black eyes steady on the uneven and slick floor of the cave, the sound of dripping water ringing through the air. Yuno, the smaller hazel common, let her silver eyes lift from the floor, a glint of annoyance in her gaze. “Of course we are.” Her retort was short, gaze quickly turning back down before she slipped, the fire on their torch wavering as she attempted to steady her steps. Yuna

Hot breath crackles in the cold morning air, the first rays of sunshine slowly creeping over the sleepy blue mountains, the jagged maw of a tundra valley grazing clouds as they scuttled past. A pair of Kukuri crept through the grass, a small common with a shimmering head and soft fuzzy tail, and a larger crimson prairie with pink and white feathers. The two danced among the grasses and gangly bushes, large boulders dotting the open plains that the two roamed slowly. Knowing glances passed between the two when getting closer to each other before separating again, a scent flowing through the air that they were both following. A small brown creature popped from the rocky outcrop, large round eyes following the pair for a moment before rushing back into its burrow. The common Kukuri turned, the small creature having caught her attention. Her amber body crept toward the outcrop, orange eyes sharp as they examined the many small holes searching to find the Pika that had watched them. Her