09-06-2016, 06:06 PM
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Reagan’s ears went straight up upon hearing the fire-child’s speech as she lit up the air around her. She was angry—and she had a right to be, but having made it all this way to speak to the fairies only to be turned away by the antics of another, when there was so much at stake…
Something had to be done. And so, Reagan stepped forward and addressed the fairy herself, as if they were old friends. Perhaps the fairy would remember her from all those years ago, and perhaps she wouldn’t. But it was worth taking the chance to at least be congenial.
<b>“Dearest fairy, you see what this magic has done to our next generation. They are proud, and confident in their abilities as you have foreseen to give them. The fire child speaks with all the personality as you yourself have bestowed upon our children graciously and lovingly… turned each one with the needles as you knit our abilities and our magic together. Some of us for fire, some of us for ice. You see fit to give richly, and thus you also have the ability to take richly. You have given us your favor and allowed us to see what our abilities can look like if we only repent ourselves of our pride and humble ourselves before you. But you see us, here, with the abilities you gave us, willing to do what is necessary to survive. This is your game, my dear. We have played it willingly, and we will continue to remember the kindness and the lessons taught to us therein… but as the winter sets in, think of the children. Please give us a home where we can raise them in peace and quiet, to teach the next generation of your goodness, and of what happens when we use magic too foolishly…
Please grant us our petition, if it is your will, dear fairy. We beg you. Have mercy on our souls.”</b>
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Reagan’s ears went straight up upon hearing the fire-child’s speech as she lit up the air around her. She was angry—and she had a right to be, but having made it all this way to speak to the fairies only to be turned away by the antics of another, when there was so much at stake…
Something had to be done. And so, Reagan stepped forward and addressed the fairy herself, as if they were old friends. Perhaps the fairy would remember her from all those years ago, and perhaps she wouldn’t. But it was worth taking the chance to at least be congenial.
<b>“Dearest fairy, you see what this magic has done to our next generation. They are proud, and confident in their abilities as you have foreseen to give them. The fire child speaks with all the personality as you yourself have bestowed upon our children graciously and lovingly… turned each one with the needles as you knit our abilities and our magic together. Some of us for fire, some of us for ice. You see fit to give richly, and thus you also have the ability to take richly. You have given us your favor and allowed us to see what our abilities can look like if we only repent ourselves of our pride and humble ourselves before you. But you see us, here, with the abilities you gave us, willing to do what is necessary to survive. This is your game, my dear. We have played it willingly, and we will continue to remember the kindness and the lessons taught to us therein… but as the winter sets in, think of the children. Please give us a home where we can raise them in peace and quiet, to teach the next generation of your goodness, and of what happens when we use magic too foolishly…
Please grant us our petition, if it is your will, dear fairy. We beg you. Have mercy on our souls.”</b>
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