Jazzy tunes filled the air as a convertible vehicle cruised down the highway, its green paint sparkling in the sunshine. It was a great day for a drive, which was commonplace in the beachside town River Broussard called home. The human drove with one hand on the wheel and the other dangling lazily out the window, fingers tapping against the door to the beat of the music. Their Paralogos, a visual oddity named Parthia with two heads and multi-textured wings, rest...
