Night
Nightshade Tea: A Compliment, a Snub and an Empty Perch
Nightshade Tea: A Compliment, a Snub, and an Empty Perch
One lady takes offense. One owl takes liberties. One very important meeting has a suspiciously empty seat.
Greetings, my fellow nocturnal revelers! Kin Kajuu here, your indispensable guide to the Canopy’s more delicate social arrangements, where a careless remark can undo generations of standing and an empty branch can speak louder than an entire parliament of parrots.
The season has barely begun, and already we have material.
And I do mean material. I have been observing the Canopy’s social machinery for years, often at considerable personal inconvenience. My findings are rarely appreciated until the precise moment everyone needs them.
Nightshade Tea: An Hour That Does Not Count
Nightshade Tea: An Hour That Does Not Count
By Kin Kajuu — Pollinator. Columnist. Problem.
I have been informed — by a creature whose name I will withhold purely as a courtesy he has not earned — that dusk "doesn't count."
Doesn't count as what, I inquired. Night, he said. As though night were a border one crosses with the correct paperwork. As though the canopy simply switches itself off for forty minutes each evening while everyone stands very still and waits for darkness to arrive and make things official.
Nightshade Tea: The Fig Feud
The Fig Feud
Ah, dear reader. Have you ever noticed that the sweetest fruit always ripens alongside the sourest behavior?
The moon has been heavy lately — full and glowing like it’s watching, and the canopy, as always, answers with intrigue. A fig patch has caused a rift this week, and I must tell you: it is delicious.
Nightshade Tea: A Canopy Conundrum Unraveled
A Canopy Conundrum Unraveled
Alright, my fellow nocturnal revelers, Kin Kajuu is back on the prowl, ready to spill the nocturnal tea on this enchanting evening. The moon, high and mighty, is practically winking, sharing conspiratorial glances with the stars, as if to say, "You won't believe what goes down in the jungle after dark."
And oh, do I have the deets!
First stop on the gossip train is L’Entomon, where the fireflies are throwing their annual gala and, as always, it's the talk of the treetops.
Nightshade Tea: The Magical Hour of Predation
The Magical Hour of Predation
It has been said by some that I am a Secretive Creature of the Canopy, but anyone who would say such a thing is making an issue out of nothing. They wish they could be part of the Canopy, if you know what I mean. Jealousy is an ugly, weak thing. Dear Day-Living creatures, there is nothing “secretive” going on simply because you are asleep and not participating in, nor invited to, the nocturnal wonders happening nightly in the Canopy.