Pee-drinking Stories

The temperature rapidly fell as the sun set behind the horizon. A light snow had begun to fall, muting the steady click-clack of the carriage as it meandered under garlands of holly leaves and colored lanterns. “Why’s it look so festive, Herd-mate?” asked Reina, poking her head in the window. “Hard to say. Depends on who’s celebrating what. There are holidays the whole city engages in around the winter solstice, but it's...