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Lady Jingling Posh
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You feel something. It starts on the hand that's on top of Rosefluff's and slowly makes its way through your veins, but it's not unpleasant. It's...warm, gentle even, like someone just put a ton of chamomile tea into your bloodstream. Instantly, you feel your heart slow down, and your breath evens out almost immediately. You feel...at peace. Everything is fine, Rosefluff isn't upset.
Everything is fine.
ROSEFLUFF: "Hey, you're okay. I didn't understand all of that, but I think I got the gist of it. You needed help, right? And you're afraid of asking for it?"
MELODIE: "Uh...yeah."
Damn, she seems to already have you all figured out. It's impressive. And a little scary.
ROSEFLUFF: "I get it now. Kind of. You chose my parts, but since the 'art,' as you call it, is unpredictable, you didn't get to choose how I came out. But there's a way to fix it, right?"
MELODIE: "...Yeah, I can show you later, if you want. There's extensions we can get to have them support your weight, or spells to make you lighter."
ROSEFLUFF: "So everything's fine then, right?"
She's right. Everything else checks out, she's perfectly healthy, the wings seem to be the only anomaly.
MELODIE: "...Right. Everything else is fine, you came out perfect."
ROSEFLUFF: "Then the only issue there is can easily be fixed. I don't know much about making things like me, but, I think you did pretty good."
Rosefluff seems to be fine. She's smiling warmly at you, putting her other hand over yours as she gently pats it. She could've been mad, or at least disappointed, but she's back to her usually sunny self, and did...whatever she just did...to help you calm down.
She's right, you did do good with this one. She's already very mature, something you lack.
You feel like everything is going to be just fine.
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