Just for the fun of it, some havenworlders, who've grown braver over the last few years, decide to build a small racing track in the station that was built for all species, including humans. Human children LOVE it as the humans call the sport "Gravity Racing". Havenworlders, surprisingly, find it fun, too.

Aka - Soap Box Racing, aka Box Kart Racing.

Two humans angrily fighting each other, bare-fisted, in a hallway. The instant a havenworlder child comes around the corner and sees it, and they spot the child, they stop, instantly, growl they'll "deal with it later", and do their best to try avoid frightening the youngster.

A traveling merchant meets a lost infant dragon with no family anywhere to be seen. They adopt the young dragon, caring for them, and searches for the hatchling's family while traveling the trade routes.

LOL Man, this one reminds me of this song!! Mis - Conceptions by Mercedes Lackey!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b3-KpdPjs0

It's amazing how well people behave when they realize the station is protected by security officers who are Pax Humanis members!

Do you know what it's like running a pet grooming service on a station where people can have pets from all over the universe? It's not easy, but it's very rewarding.

The farmer's spirit cannot return, but it can get a message through thanks to an observant medium. He forgives the death, understands it was an accident, and only wants for his family to find peace in their lives, and to live good lives. He also forgives the elf that killed him, hoping the being finds redemption.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03507-i219-making-amends

The Wish

I sat before the quiet fire,
Thinking of what it is that I’d desire.

Would I want fame, fortune and gold?
Or countless riches, too vast to behold?

Would I want to be a star, my name up in lights?
Or days lived in glory, with passionate nights?

Finally, into the fire, I made my wish.
And it was not for fame, nor to be rich.

I wished for peaceful days and even gentler nights.
And, someday, a world, with no war or strife.

And whether on land, by air, or sea,
We’d all live in peaceful harmony.

A bard sat within town playing their mandolin and singing. It was Rememberance Day within the city where people remembered those that had fought in those wars, and died defending the innocent. The bard's own family had been one of the many who'd been lost, and it was of one of their brothers they sang of. Next to them, sitting in a large basket as close to the fire as was safe to keep it quite warm, a dragon's egg. The bard's future young friend.

Lament of the Lost

Winds ride under the wings as the great beasts take to the air.
Their riders on their backs, defiance in their tones, they fly to destiny.
Yet one by one as the war does rage..... and their riders fall...
Each one, these lovely creatures let their wings to fold,
And plummet to death's great Hall.

Amidst the fallen was a rider, a young one who'd just begun.
His dragon died amidst the battle, his heart, the pain had stung.
Amongst the mourning lay a dragon who's rider had been slain as well.
Upon that dragon's back he shouted, now it’s time that our enemy fell.
So the two went together... to fight their hated foe.

Each one within the heat of battle, forgot their cries of woe.
For the battle they won that day and for their dead they prayed.
The dragon and rider went together, to rest until another day.
Oh where, great dragon, do you fly, up there, amidst the skies so lonely?
Where is it have your brothers gone, as you search skies and sea?
Oh where, great dragon, will you go, when your brethren are found?
And a new rider alights your back, and you are destiny bound.

I had someone help me get a PEAKD account. Apparently Hivesigner is by invite only. Fortunately, I found the PEAKD Discord page and they helped me get in so I can make comments again. Btw, I find it amusing you use Brii or Bree for some of your character names. My nickname is Bri - short for Bridget. LOL

Good to see you again, Internutter! I love all of your stories, esp. the ones where the wealthy elites get their keesters handed to them because of their behaviors.

Btw, if you ever have prompts from past stories from your steemit, if you want the story, I'll go and look for it for you. I've been doing that for others when I see prompts that quite obviously link to some of your stories from the past.

From - Bridget.