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| French smiled as she stroked the wings of her beloved Marjeth. The blue female crooned happily as she beat her wings. "French, that tickles!" Marjeth exclaimed. "Stop it!" "Marjey," French whispered, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just oiling your wings. They're cracking." "I thought they felt weird," Marjeth sighed. "I can't itch my wings." "I know, love. Why do you think I'm doing this?" French sighed. Suddenly, Marjeth yelped, "You burned me!" "Oh, hun, I didn't mean to," French sighed, turning her hands to herself. "I must have been drifting." |
| "Well, don't drift again," Marjeth growled, turning and blowing on her wings. "Next time it might be bad." French shook her head and sighed, "I'm sorry, love. I was thinking about my family. We've been broken up, you know." "I know, some of you went to Beckenrow, others stayed in the forest, and you came here," Marjeth sighed. "I'm glad you came here." French smiled as she hugged Marjeth, "My blue beauty, I'm glad I came here, too." *** |
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| Marjeth sung softly as French practiced her magic. Fire flew into the air as Marjeth watched. Suddenly, her eyes began to glow. She breathed in and spit a fireball into the air. It circled and then came falling back down towards French. Screaming, French dove under Marjeth's wings. "What did you do that for?" French sighed. "I just wanted to join in," Marjeth sighed. "I didn't mean to do anything that could hurt you." "I forgive you, Marjey," French sighed. "Just...don't try it again." *** |
| French smiled up at her growing blue. Continue... |