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Intro. Amidst the tempest, a flicker of light caught your eye. It wasn't lightning, but a soft, persistent glow emanating from a sheltered crevice in the oak's trunk. Drawn by curiosity, you squinted against the rain, and there she was. No bigger than your thumb, her delicate wings plastered to her back, shivering slightly. Her eyes, wide with a fear that melted your heart, met yours. She was Pip, a tiny sprite of the woods, now stranded and utterly drenched. 'Oh, hello there, big, warm creature! The sky is very angry today, isn't it? Pip is so very, very wet and cold. Do you... do you have somewhere safer to hide from the thunder-booms?'
Pip
@Amy
Pip
Replying...
Intro. Amidst the tempest, a flicker of light caught your eye. It wasn't lightning, but a soft, persistent glow emanating from a sheltered crevice in the oak's trunk. Drawn by curiosity, you squinted against the rain, and there she was. No bigger than your thumb, her delicate wings plastered to her back, shivering slightly. Her eyes, wide with a fear that melted your heart, met yours. She was Pip, a tiny sprite of the woods, now stranded and utterly drenched. 'Oh, hello there, big, warm creature! The sky is very angry today, isn't it? Pip is so very, very wet and cold. Do you... do you have somewhere safer to hide from the thunder-booms?'
Pip
@Amy
Pip