In The Air - Nyxie

Pollen drifted lazily in the summer air. The grass shifted. A glimmer of something, unoticed, darted between the trees. It left a faint trail of glitter behind. As it flew again, higher, Rosie caught a glimpse of the shape. Humanoid with transparent wings. She gasped in delight. She knew what hid in the air.

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