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it was beautifully sunny and foggy this morning & i stopped to take a photo of this white egret

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Gentle Care pt 2

Gentle Care was my best rated meme of '24, so here's another one! part 1

"Give my hand a little squeeze. See? I'm right here."

"It's okay to cry, you know."

"Are you cold? Here - take my jacket -"

"Rest your head on my lap."

"Let's get you clean."

"The water's warm but not too hot."

"Here - some tissues. They're the soft kind."

"You can close your eyes."

"You'll always be safe here."

"Shh... hey... relax... that's it... you can fall asleep..."

"You can say you love me, I won't hold it against you."

"Take a deep, slow breath."

"I know how it feels to be so afraid you're scared to even breathe."

"I know more than you think."

"You can trust me, it'll be okay."

"Let me see."

"I know you're ashamed. But it's okay. I won't judge you."

"Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Hold still. I have a bandage."

"I'm not great at first aid, but you clearly need my help."

"Hey... I know you don't want to. But you need to eat."

"Careful, it's soup. I mean - I mean it's hot. It's also... soup."

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

"The night is long and cold. But we'll be warm and safe here."

"I can tell you a joke. Or make a fool of myself. I just want to see you smile."

"There's so much goodness out there. You'll see it again."

"Don't tell anyone, but... I love you."

"We could always make it better."

"This is going to sting, you know? Just - brace for it."

"I'm not letting anyone hurt you, not whilst I'm about."

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Lyra looked unimpressed as the blood dripped from under his palm. She rested the bandages in her lap as she faced him.

“If not the bandages, then allow me to clean it and heal it with my magic.” Giving Halsin a small smile before giggling.

“Either way, I insist on helping. So choose which resource you’d rather I use. The bandages,” She lifted them in her right hand, “or my magic?” Setting the bandages down she let her left hand glow lightly.

“Hold still. I have a bandage." Lyra to Halsin

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"Oh, it's nothing - nothing at all." Halsin said, waving a hand, before pressing the large palm over the laceration on his bicep. It was bleeding heavily, dripping down onto his tanned skin. "I reassure you, I need nothing but nature's bounty to get it all fixed up. No need to waste supplies on such a thing."

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“What? You’re a hot grandpa.” Rose laughed. “Ya can be both. And you’re not even a silver fox yet.” She did blush as he called her sweet. A little embarrassed how soft she’d gotten since meeting Lyra.

But listening to Errol she realize how similar they were. Would she have been more like him if she hadn’t met Lyra? Ew. Her thoughts were getting too serious. So instead she smacked his arm.

“Guess that just means I’ll have ta be the one ta get ya out of trouble from here on out. Can’t say I’ll keep ya out of the trouble ta start with. Cause I’ll probably be there beside ya.” Rose laughed as she stretched but paused at his question.

“What am I in the mood for?” Good question. She’d already made a good amount of cash that night. And without planning a hustle… what did she want? Smirking as a thought hit her, she moved closer and leaned against the older fae.

“Well. If ya like ta flirt, I bet I could match your energy.” Her eyes shone in mischief.

Rose leaned back on the table, looking down at Errol amused.

“My reflexes are sharp. Just not when it comes ta hotties like you.” She laughed and grabbed her drink, waiting for any takers on the pool game. She might be out of luck for the night though. Seems her last hustle made too loud of a stink over it. The other patrons not paying her any mind.

“A night owl huh? Living life on the edge ‘til the sun comes up. Yeah. I use ta do that a lot more. But the others get all nervous if I don’t show up.” Huffing in defeat with no new victims she sat down besides Errol.

“Ya think they’d get use ta me being trouble. But the little flower’s a mother hen.” Taking another sip she nudged Errol.

“So? What kinda fun ya lookin for? The hustle kind? Fight? Flirt?” She smirked.

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At Hiccup’s teasing Lyra gave a true giggle. It made her heart feel light when others thought she sounded like her mother. She could only aspire to be like her.

When Hiccup sat next to her she moved to lean against him. Shifting so she was angled even though her wings weren’t out. Resting her shoulder against his and looking down at her hands.

“I… I know she’s not dead. Faes… we don’t kill children. Even if they’re dirty bloods. But the court would send us away. And with Rose’s mother not wanting her, my mother didn’t have a say.” Lyra gripped the fabric of her pant leg tight.

“I don’t know where they would have left her. I looked for her. The moment the court cast me out I searched. But I couldn’t sense her or anything.” The frustration grew in her voice. Her usual calm gaze now glaring a hole into her lap.

“The high faes are… are horrible! Cruel and old thinking. Anything other than pure blooded faes are lesser. No better than a pet or servant.” Altair lifted her head at Lyra’s voice. Though not loud it was trembling.

“Kiara… Kia is good. Even if she was raised and trained by her father. She still has mother’s heart. But… but if she stays on the court, becomes a high fae… she could end up like them.” The anger left her and she pressed closer to her friend’s side.

“I feel like the court corrupts others. That Kia will get that power and… leave me again. Or she’ll go back to how she was. Hating humans. Controlling me. Making more and more dangerous deals. One day… one day she’ll make a deal with the wrong fae and-“ Lyra covered her face as she leaned forward. The swirling what ifs and fears running through her head.

“And… and I’m scared. If anyone finds out that I was the reason a human knows our weakness? I’ll… I’ll be put before the court. Judged and punished.” Maybe she was a coward. She would deserve the punishment, wouldn’t she?

“You think I’d let them touch you?” Kiara’s voice startled Lyra. Looking up at the now open door. Kiara leaning against the frame.

“I awoke and you were gone. You shouldn’t wander off like that.” Kiara scolded. Lyra offered an apologetic smile, knowing it was more Kia being nervous than mad. Kiara eyed Hiccup and nodded a greeting.

“I see the beast survived her outing with you. A pity.” Altair growled at the fae as she smirked. The bandage was still clean and wrapped tightly. No wings were visible behind her as she stepped out. Now eyeing both of them.

“Playing in the dirt? I thought you outgrew that.” Lyra stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

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What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

Example being; my muses ticks they have, the way they talk, etcetera.

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Fandom OC Ask Meme

⟢⋱⟡☾ a collection of asks for OCs belonging to specific fandoms

How does (canon character) feel about your OC?

How does your OC feel about (canon character)?

Has your OC ever made (canon character) laugh? / What about cry?

Do your OC and (canon character) ever cross paths?

Which canon character annoys your OC?

What canon character gets annoyed by your OC?

Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?

Which canon character doesn’t respect your OC whatsoever?

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Which canon character is pissed off by the general presence of OC? (we all have those people)

Does your OC have a crush on anyone?

Who would probably have a crush on your OC?

Who would your OC most likely to get a puppy-crush on? (but it can’t be the cc they’re actually shipped with!)

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Who would call your OC their best friend?

Who has brought your OC to tears before?

Who has your OC made cry?

Is there someone your OC didn’t like at first, but then got along with later?

Is there someone your OC liked at first, but then grew to dislike?

Who does your OC hate?

Who does your OC love? (platonic)

Who does your OC love? (familial)

Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)

Has your OC ever had to let a canon character down easy?

Has your OC ever been rejected by a canon character?

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

What is your OC’s ‘‘darkness moment’’ in the plot?

What is your OC’s redemption moment?

Is there a canon character that your OC needs to ask forgiveness towards?

Is there a canon character your OC needs to forgive?

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

Is there a canon character who would die for your OC?

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Realizing her slip up, Lyra blushed and nodded.

“Er… kinda. Our mother was a healer and one of the best. But along with that, she had a very kind heart.” Lyra looked up at the sky as she spoke. The sun lowering and painting the heavens in oranges and purples. If she looked hard enough she swore she could see stars trying to shine through.

“She helped a lot of fledglings. There was one… she was younger than me. Her mother tossed her out. It was found that she had very little fae blood and magic. Her sire having lied and hid his dirty blood.” Lyra scrunched her nose at the term.

“It had caused a lot of trouble. And mom took in the little one. She called her Rose. And Rose clung to me so much that Kia would get jealous.” Lyra’s smile fell and she curled up on herself.

“We woke up one morning and… she was gone. Taken from the nest. Mother couldn’t tell us what happened. Her gaze would become hazy. Her name had been used to keep her silent.” Her fingernails dug into her palms. She glared at the dirt.

“She-she hadn’t even gotten her wings yet. Kiara got colder after that. Shutting me out.” It felt like another life time ago. Three children playing and laughing. Unaware of the rules and consequences of their blood. Lyra rubbed at her eyes and took a deep breath. Right. Kiara. Healing.

“Gothi’s salve and your herbs here are similar to what was in our home. It’s been easier than I thought to learn and adapt. I’ll be sure to annoy Kia to take care of her arm. Or I’ll just do it.” She giggled. “Actually I should be the one. Kiara would be too impatient to wrap her arm.”

Lyra grew silent as she thought about everything. Her past with the faes, the horrible humans, the good faes and humans she’d met. The creatures she’d faced and healed.

“I… I’m only half way to my hundredth year, but I feel older than I am. I should still be in my mother’s home. In her nest and learning from her. But the fates decided otherwise.” Lyra flicked a stone in the dirt.

“I learned my healing magic by helping creatures I met on my travels. Learned to hide and control my magic. It was… lonely. Even when I found Altair. Until I found you.” Looking at the chief she felt at ease. No more running. No more hiding. Feeling protected in a community. A clan.

“Maybe I’m being silly. But I hope Kia starts to see Berk as home too. She… she doesn’t have to be a high fae.” It scared her. That Kiara would change and become cruel like the other high faes.

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

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The maiden is sent to seek out the unicorn. Smooth and sudden as a flight of birds, she enters the maze of dappled shadow and he comes to her, gentle as a rose, caught in her hair, woven into the web of her mind, multiplying softly within her. — Josephine Bradley.

Artwork: Deedlit and The Unicorn, by Nobuteru Yūki.

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11. Who is afraid the most? How does this effect them?

Surprisingly Kiara is the most afraid. Her mind is constantly going over “what ifs” and past mistakes. The fear that her sisters are going to die before her and she’ll be alone. She’s afraid because in her mind she’s gone soft.

Ice faes are suppose to be solitary. They’re not suppose to care so strongly about others. But she does. And that scares her.

It’s what makes her cruel to anyone that tries to get close. Why she’s protective of her sisters. She afraid to feel.

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Lyra huffed as she plucked another leaf. Nibbling on it she glanced at the house.

“Ice fae are solitary faes. Usually not fond of physical touch. Her father tried to… raise her like that. But I remember when we were young how our mother had all three of us in the nest. Kia only slept when she was cuddling.” Lyra smiled fondly at the memory.

“She may be ice but there’s a bit of our mother in there.” Sighing she rested against Altair. She rubbed her temple lightly.

“I… should have been calmer. I felt like ivy was twisting in my lungs.” Thinking back she gave him a sheepish look.

“I appreciate you helping me focus. I… I got lost in my head.” As Hiccup spoke about the stitches Lyra found herself fascinated. Really like sewing?! And less likely to scar? She looked at her leg thoughtfully. Then, carefully she pulled the pant leg out of her boot and pulled the cloth up.

Pale, wide, and under her knee was a scar. Lyra poked at it almost like she was annoyed.

“I healed pretty fast. But it wasn’t pretty. I hope Kia’s heals better with your help.” She lets the pant go and cover her leg. She needed to be a better healer. And learning these new methods would help so much.

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

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Torturing your ocs ask game :)

(Delightful, I know. But we all do it sometimes)

1. Which of your ocs do you most often imagine sick? In what ways?

2. Which of them do you most imagine injured in other ways?

3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?

4. Which oc has been tortured? Through what means?

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

6. Who goes through the most relationship conflicts? (applies to any relationships)

7. Who do you put most into stressful situations or other drama?

8. Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

11. Who is afraid the most? How does this effect them?

12. What kind of health repercussions has your oc experienced through intense stress? How do they manage them?

13. Who cries the most often? What are the usual causes?

14. How does your oc cope?

15. To cap off what kind of hurt/comfort scenarios do you put your oc in?

This can be about canon story events or simply rotating scenarios for fun!

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recent film (this is what the inside of my heart looks like)

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Altair followed Hiccup and Toothless without argument. The dragon flying faster than usual and when they landed she ran. Altair chased and let Toothless chase her. The usually calm dragon getting out all the pent up energy. At one point she even lowered her head to rest against Hiccup.

When they returned to the hut, Altair was quick to settle close to Lyra. Lyra smiled and pet her head. Looking up at Hiccup she giggled tiredly.

“Thank you for taking care of Altair. Well… for taking care of all of us.” She leaned against Altair, her face blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m alright. I think I got overwhelmed. I’m sorry I fell asleep on you and Kiara.” Lyra rubbed her neck and looked away.

“I didn’t mean to pass out. And on Kia! She’s sleeping on the floor.” She sighed heavily feeling guilty. Not realizing what really happened. Giving Hiccup an apologetic look she nodded towards the hut.

“You even picked up. Truly, thank you. Kiara should be fine by tomorrow. The toxin out of her system. Though I’m not sure how quick her wound will heal. It took mine two days, but my healing is faster than normal faes.” A thought hit Lyra and she grinned.

“But your stitches! That may quicken her healing too. You and Gothi will have to teach me.” She reached out and pat Hiccup’s arm.

“I don’t blame you for not telling me. Kia… I’m just glad she told someone. And that you looked after her.” Lyra shook her head.

“I’m also sure Kiara didn’t make it easy on you. I wish I had known but… well. The fae way is the way of secrets I suppose.”

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

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~The Shadows Creep In~

(Short story in the Epic Au. Slightly longer than usual for world and plot building. Inspired by @bigidiotenergytm rp)

Telemachus had taken to teaching Lyra how to read and write Greek. The fae even teaching him a bit of her language. Though she didn't learn as quick as Kiara, who was already taking notes for Odysseus in his meetings, Lyra was making progress.

Her favorite things to read for practice were the scrolls that talked about the gods and goddesses. Learning who ruled over what and what was known of their personalities. Tele had left her in the palace's library as she continued to devour scroll after scroll. Gods, demigods, heroes. She wanted to learn about all of them. Their stories enthralled her.

The sunlight was fading from the windows so Lyra lit a few candles to illuminate the library. She wasn't tired and still wanted to read more, not ready to leave. Looking over the shelves, a scroll on the top shelf caught her eye. It looked old and untouched for a long time. It was in a section on Titans and Primordial Gods if she remembered correctly. She hadn't gotten to that section yet, but something about that scroll called to her. The light and shadows appeared to dance around it. Beckoning her to it.

Lyra flew up to the shelf and carefully pulled the scroll from its dusty home. Flying to the desk she delicately unrolled it. The name at the top sending a chill down her spine.

"Nyx." She read aloud. Why did it sound familiar? Had she read of this goddess elsewhere? Lyra leaned over the scroll as her curiosity grew.

"The offspring of Chaos, she is the goddess of the night..." The fae continued reading. The children the goddess had. How Nyx was know for the night sky and prophesies. That she assisted Gaea in the creation of different creatures. She had even been a nurse and guide to the gods that came later. That had Lyra smiling. Nyx was a healer like her. But something was... off. While the goddess sounded good there were accounts of her embodying darkness and fear. Seeing into the dreams and desires of others.

Strange. It all felt like Lyra knew this already. But it wasn't Nyx that she knew. This sounded like Danu. The All Mother Creator. First created in shadows and night. Wrapped in mystery and creator of the different races. The goddess that the faes worshipped and thanked for their powers.

Was Danu and Nyx related? The same? In her reading, Lyra had found that several gods that were worshipped in her homeland were the same as here. Just under different names. Not all, but a few. So was this a similar situation?

"Nyx." The name sent a shiver of cold down the fae's spine. Her wings fluttering. Behind her a candle flickered before snuffing out. Lyra read and reread the scroll.

"I feel like I know you. Who are you, Nyx? Are you Danu?" She was getting a headache. The candles behind her blew out as she rolled the scroll back up. Lyra straightened from hunching over the table, only to yelp and fall backwards.

The room had been plunged into darkness. Her candle on the desk the only light left. And standing across from her was a shadowed figure. Draped in a cloak blacker than the night that surrounded them. The eyes under the hood shone silver as they stared at the fae. The shadows around the figure moved and shifted as if alive.

The air was still, not even the candle flickered. Slowly, Lyra stood back up. Gaze never leaving the figure. Their silver eyes were unblinking as they watched her.

"Wh-who?" Lyra stuttered.

"I believe you already know, young one." The voice reverberated around them, in her head. Lyra's feathers stood on end. The figure moved and the inside of the cloak shimmered like the night sky. They came closer to the fae and Lyra felt herself freeze.

"Nyx? Danu?" How did she address the deity before her?

"Danu. Such a lovely name. But here, I am Nyx. And you are one of my precious creations." A pale hand reached out from the cloak of night and touched Lyra's cheek. The goddesses eyes shimmering in amusement.

"Why so scared? You're trembling, young one." Lyra tried to swallow around her fear. This was the All Mother. She was holding her cheek like a mother did a child. But there was something in the touch. Possessive. Controlling.

"W-why are y-you here?" Lyra managed to squeak out. The hand left her and she felt she could breath again.

"Because you called. It has been a long time since a fea has uttered by true name. I was curious." So that was it! Lyra's eyes widened in realization. Danu was the name given to faes to know their deity. Of course it wouldn't be the true name. Nyx smirked as the little fae put it together.

"Such a smart little thing. Even if only half of your spirit is mine." A shudder ran through Lyra.

"Yours?" Nyx was circling her now. Her gaze appraising.

"Yes. Mine. Your magic came from me. Your abilities are my gifts to you. The life you receive after death, mine. Your spirit and magic will always return to me for me to send back to Earth as I see fit." The primordial stopped in front of her again. Tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

"Though, with only half of you as mine... Will you return to me? Or will your soul go to Hades? Now that would be a waste of magic. Or... will your soul be ripped in half? That would be interesting. Don't you think?" Lyra felt weak. She felt sick to her stomach as Nyx spoke of her death so casually. Shaking her head she spoke through the fear.

"I am proud to be half human and fae. Thankful of the gifts and abilities you have given me. Please, Nyx. I meant no harm calling you. I was just-"

"Curious? Of course." The being of night grinned. Stars above, that grin put Lyra on edge.

"You impress me. One so young with so much strength and knowledge. You've experienced pain and suffering. Yet have kept such an adorable innocence." Nyx gripped Lyra's chin and turned her head. Looking over her face. Lyra didn't fight the goddess as she inspected her face.

"You know, your kind were my favorite to cerate. I created something not mortal but not godly. A lovely middle ground. I even gave you your own place. The Veil, I think you call it. All for my faes. Tell me Lilias, do you know why?" Lyra jolted at the use of her true name. Her hand going to her heart as is raced.

"Answer me, Lilias." Another jolt, more painful and Lyra cried out.

"I don't know." She forced out. Nyx laughed.

"Of course you don't. But I'll tell you. It's because of this. This control. I know all your names. Your magic. Your will. It's mine to control. I usually stay out of my creations' lives. Your freedom is my greatest gift to you. Not even the gods could command you." Lyra nodded as she spoke. An ice cold hand gripping her heart, making her obey and listen. She couldn't move as Nyx circled her.

"You fascinate me. A creature of two worlds. So far from the place I created. You've surpassed my expectations. Going against all the rules I gave the faes. You, my child, are a wildcard I didn't know I needed." Nyx stepped up behind Lyra and gripped her shoulder. Leaning close and whispered in her ear.

"I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Lilias." The hand disappeared and the room lit with candle light. Lyra gasped in a breath and turned around. The goddess was gone. Lyra wrapped her arms around herself and shook. What had she done? Was being under Nyx's eye a good thing?

Lyra quickly put the scroll away and left the library. Unaware of just what she had awakened.

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“I’ll… refrain from using her name again.” Kiara didn’t even realize she’d let it slip. The exhaustion must have been catching up. But… She understood. She’d be more patient. Closing her eyes she waved Hiccup on.

“Enjoy dealing with that beast. She’s a menace.” The dragon had been getting restless. She’d heard the commotion inside and had been pacing around the hut.

Now Altair laid in front. Tail thumping in agitation as she waited.

Kiara groaned and shifted. Holding Lyra as she drifted off to sleep. She could trust the chief. Letting her guard down around him would be alright.

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Lyra woke before her sister. Her head hurt but she was safe and comfortable under her sister’s wings. Slowly she untangled herself without waking Kiara. The injured fae needed to rest. Let her body fight the toxin.

Lyra rubbed her head as she looked down at Kiara. Resting on the floor couldn’t be comfortable for her. But she looked peaceful so Lyra wouldn’t try to move her.

The hut was quiet and… clean? Everything had been put away. Did Hiccup do that? How long had she been asleep? Looking out the window the sun was lower in the sky than she remembered and Altair was gone.

Lyra stepped outside to get fresh air, sitting in her garden to clear her head. She plucked a leave from one of the flowers and popped it in her mouth. Taking her time chewing it. Hopefully it would get rid of the headache.

“Hiccup!” Lyra ran up to the chief, an excited grin on her face.

“Are you busy? I have something to show you!” She took his hand and pulled him towards Altair and Toothless.

“You know how last month the lightning strike caused the large forest fire?” Stopping in front of the dragons the fae all but buzzing in excitement. If her wings were visible they’d be fluttering.

“I did a thing!” She couldn’t wait to show him.

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