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Welcome to the Pojaka Archipelago

 
We find ourselves in the country of Kznia in the western reaches of the archipelago. Kznia is a quiet nation whose northern and central portions are almost entirely focused on the international trade routes running west-to-east through it.   Its southern peninsula is mostly wetlands with its former capital, Logilov, being the biggest port city. Logilov is what many call “quaint” and is often a tourist destination for people from Moufeirin, the only country in the archipelago further west than Kznia.   Crystalites, strange creatures that adopt shapes and traits of flora and fauna but are made entirely of a malleable, quartz-like substance, live everywhere.   Most regions have varying cultural traditions when it comes to crystalites and how, if, or should a human can attune to one; Kznia is less rigid than some, and people can be found in most towns and cities with their crystalites alongside them.   Crystalites help people work, travel, and survive--and they’re some people’s very best friends.
Common Scuilifite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Forest Ursilifite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Tangerine Ophite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
   
Miniature Equite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Crested Squavegite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Twilight Passite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Mountain Cervite by Ty Barbary via Midjourney AI
Eren allowed herself to truly look at the entirety of the wild crystalite--its beautiful blue-green color, the slight translucence of its quill-like sprouts, the subtle colors reflecting from its moonstone petals, its tiny clawed toes scratching against her hands but never drawing blood.   The rest of the world fell away, lost in a strange halo of aquamarine light. Eren didn’t let herself blink as her vision swam and blurred into a mosaic of vivid blue-green with hints of opalescent white and two little round circles of black crystal.   She felt the color like a hum in her chest, vibrating her breastbone--like a purring cat--and it was a surreal but comfortable sensation. Familiar. Welcome. Pleasant. Right.   Eren finally blinked, and her eyes cleared. The wild crystalite was still cupped in her hands, no longer nervously wriggling, just gazing at her with its nose atwitch. Was it truly so easy to attune to a crystalite?