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I don’t want Apricot to be a bad girl, I want her to grow and blossom into a daring and brave bird. I want her to be the best she can be! If she breaks windows and gets arrested and thrown in jail, then… then… I’ll be a bad fairy companion.
My lessons from that one dramathurgy class I took to try and boost my speaking voice all flow back at once. It only helped me hang out with theater fairies and remind me how shy I really am compared to real actresses, but… for now, I remember how to make an audience snap to attention.
I let out a wail and sob, sob, sob.
“I’m sorry!” I say, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Stop, please! You’re right! I’ll strip naked right here, just please, please don’t crash!”
Apricot careens off course at the commotion and tumbles midair, barely catching herself in time to swerve away from the window. She barely has enough altitude to recover in the middle of the street and pull up, but the effort leaves her drained and exhausted. Worse, there are people starting to stir in the windows. Apricot pants, looking up at me with frustration. Is that how she really sees me? A dead load?
“I want us to stick together, like friends,” I sniffle. “I don’t want to see you in jail! If you want me to strip, I’ll join you, just like I should have done from the beginning.”
“I don’t want to see you naked! What I want is for you to stop slowing me down!” Apricot says.
“I can be faster. I can be decisive. I’ll take risks. I can be like you, just give me a chance!”
Apricot flaps her feathers in alarm as a shutter gets thrown open. Further up the street, the sound of armored boots echoes down toward us. She flaps her wings and glances to the sky.
“If you stay in the rafters, I’ll go get you something to cover up with, real fast!” I tell her. She grits her beak and flaps, tired, up to the rafters and hides deep inside the roof structure. I follow her in.
“If you were good at your job like me, you could make me godmothered clothes!” Apricot snaps. “And they’d be free, too!”
That stings. A lot. I really COULD make her clothes if we had some soil and dirt. I’m not a city fairy, I’m a horticulture major. What did Apricot do to deserve me?
“I… could make you some leafy clothes… if we were in the forest, but… we’re in the City…” I sniffle. “I’ll go find a real fairy to help you.”
“Okay,” Apricot grumbles.
I turn to leave, but then Apricot lifts her head.
“I’m hungry, too.”
I brighten. That’s something I CAN do. I use some of my Dust to blossom a few seeds growing on my outfit, sprouting them into full-sized fruits. That’s easy. Nurturing and nourishing is great. Clothes, however… those spells are harder for me.
I leave her some fruits and fly toward the Adventurer’s Guild to look for the fairy much, much more experienced and successful than me with her adventurer and who can Godmother outfits like it’s nothing.
I’m going to get Landi.
By the time I get to the guild, the sun is up. Apricot won’t be able to leave her hiding spot, but at least she won’t starve. I have some time. I ask around for Landi, and I’m informed that she’s busy. But… but I really need her! This is going to be awkward, she’s helping her super-successful Noble Lady Adventurer with something VERY IMPORTANT, and… and I need to be ASSERTIVE.
But I can’t just barge in…
But… but Apricot NEEDS me to be rude.
I can be rude and assertive. I can! I CAN!
What do I barge in on Serah and Landi doing?
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