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Pink Feather Day
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I get closer, but I'm not going to hug her just yet, since she is very intimidating and also topless.
"Are you sure you don't want to come along? It might be fun..."
"Even if I wanted to, my involvement could escalate this by drawing those that oppose me to join the fight and in turn, those that oppose them. The entire continent might be razed."
"Oh... Okay then."
I don't really like the thought of just standing by while a bunch of dragons and giant beasts and gods and titans all wail on each other in a huge melee, although... that would probably be awesome to see.
It probably would be good to get back to the company. I could make a bunch of money and maybe find some of those ancient artifacts of absolute power along the way.
"What if I find something dangerous? Can I bring it to you? What happened to my father? How long am I going to live? Am I almost grown up yet? Can you teach me to fly?"
"Only if it is extremely dangerous, otherwise, you need to take responsibility for your own belongings. His name is Dridalbus. He never returned after leaving with you, so whether he is even still alive, I don't know. With my blood, your lifespan should be extreme. I should think violence, accident or illness are the only ways you would ever die and you will mature in another century, most likely."
She stops and stares at me. She doesn't seem as hostile as she was at first.
"Enough questions. You should go." she says abruptly, waving me away.
I say goodbye and turn to leave, readying myself for the long trip back to civilization.
"...Practice on something soft."
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