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Quinine January NK Monthly It was hot. This was not surprising; it was the Northern Kingdom, in summer. But even so, did it really need to be this unpleasant? The dromaeus shook their head, lifting one wing to look down at the pale speckled shells of the eggs curled against their side. Quinine was trying not to worry about how hot it was and yet their mind kept coming back to it. Should they be sitting near the eggs at all? Was lack of moisture more dangerous, or overheating? Was it not a similarly hot year when they themself hatched? And was it not also common knowledge that issues arose from eggs brooded at too high a heat? Quinine herself had been born with her innards twisted in a way that should have been fatal. Her sibling hadn't hatched at all… Argh! Membranous wings reached to beat in frustration, which barely managed to stir a breeze in air as thick and hot as soup. It was fine. They would be fine. Quinine may not be able to rely on Marshmallow to intervene like she had for