#[they now softly glow and can shead fairy dust from her wings.]

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Phiona gently hums as she brushes through her hair. She usually keeps her glamour on, even when in her room, but now? She's got that stuff off. Her tail gently thumps against her seat, and her wings are outstretched.

She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. Granted, some of the reveals could've gone better than others, but she feels better. Much better. So much better. They know. And things are still fine. Dad's even willing to go the extra mile for her.

Her wings gently flap. Was that a giggle.

"Ya know? Maybe I'm being too hard on you guys. Whether or not I asked to be this way... I'm still me, and who I am is pretty cool in my book. My wings are... a part of me. If I don't feel shame about the other parts of me... why should my wings be any different? Why should the fact that I'm a fairy at all be any different? I'm still me."

"PLUS! Even with my glamour on, I can shrink my wings to make them look like part of my outfit! Ooooh, I already have so many ideas!"

As she ponders the endless fashion choices she could make to compliment her wings, a crystalline glow fills the room, the young witch completely oblivious at first. Eventually, though, her familiars did take notice...

"Milady!! Your wings!"

"S'matter, Angie-- Oh!! Uh... Well then..."

"Okay... That's new. I'll take it as a good sign though!"

....It certainly feels like one.