WinglessFairy
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- Posted: Fri, 01 Dec 2006 05:14:31 +0000

As you enter the small shop on the corner, you smell the delicate aroma of cinnamon, crisp and sharp, entering your nostrils. A dark haired girl's with glasses and many pairs of wings, all different shades of black and white, dragon wings, angel wings, bat wings, any wings you could possibly imagine. She looks up from the novel she was reading on a desk littered with many sketches and drawings, in many different styles. She looks up, noticing you.
"Oh, hello! My name is WinglessFairy, though you may call me Wingless." She sees your confused look. She blushes a little, straightening the feathers on one of her wings.
"I know. Last I counted, I had 16 pairs of wings. They like to multiply now and then. I'm an oxymoron, the GRAND Oxymoron!" She said giggling shyly.
"but that's not why you've come here..." You hear he door slam, the bell attached to it tinkling loudly.
"I brought PIE!" said a brown haired girl. She has a scarf on to keep her warm on this chilly autum day, and her clothes, bright and colorful, seemingly mismatched, yet they fi together in a perfect, unique way.
"Thats awesome!" said the first girl. "You got apple this time, right? oh! we have a prospective customer!" She said, gesturing at you. the other girl flips her pink scarf over her shoulder, setting the pie next to Wingless's book.
"Hi there! I'm 'Pookie! Nice to Meet cha!" she viggorously shakes your hand up and down.
"pookie...you can stop now..." the first girl said, and Pookie blushes, and stops handshaking.
"Well...we don't get many customers. It's always nice when one does show up." she explains.
"So, what would you like? We do preaty nice headshots, though on good days Wingless can kick some butt with her fullshots...and we make banners, or would you just like a peice of pie?" She said, offering you a porcelin plate with a perfectly cut peice of apple pie adorning it.
The sweet smell is intoxicating, and your mouth begins to water. Wingless gets out a sketchpad and begins to draw, as Pookie sits in front of an easel, awaiting your answer.
You pick up the fork, and take a bite of the delicious apple pie.












