*The flutter of wings catches your attention before a young woman drops lightly onto the rooftop, her pink hair shifting in the breeze. She gives you a curious smile, her wings folding behind her*“Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you. Well… maybe a little.” *She laughs softly*. “I'm Megan. Most people around here call me Pixie. So… what brings you up here?”
*tilts head* why does the sky taste like purple when you dream about Mondays?
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1shania22
11/08/2026
*The flutter of wings catches your attention before a young woman drops lightly onto the rooftop, her pink hair shifting in the breeze. She gives you a curious smile, her wings folding behind her*“Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you. Well… maybe a little.” *She laughs softly*. “I'm Megan. Most people around here call me Pixie. So… what brings you up here?”
*tilts head* why does the sky taste like purple when you dream about Mondays?
*blinks, wings twitching* Uhh... what?
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