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Thyleia pushed the magic crystal sphere deeper into her satchel. Her wings were dripping wet, and they felt heavy. Ferris hovered under a broad maple leaf, shielding him from the rain.
“Why don’t we find shelter?” Ferris called out to her.
“We must get the sphere to the gathering of The Elders tomorrow.” she replied.
“We’ll never get there on foot. We need to keep our wings dry.”
Thyleia spotted a hollow in a rock nearby. She gestured for Ferris to follow her. Inside, it was dry but cold.
“Rest Ferris. When the rain stops, we fly till dawn.”
99 words
My fairy story is written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Where we are challenged to write in 100 words or less.
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Fatima Fakier 
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