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That guy’s self-esteem is too healthy. He’s no fun to play with, Rosita thought.

Rosita snickered.

“He’s your uncle? But you’re like the same age!” Rosita tilted her head. “Eh. All centaurs look similar.”

“Is that your boyfriend?” Rosita asked. (Obviously she has no idea Phantom is her uncle)

“I know!” said Rosita cheerfully.

“Yep, thanks for using my name, big, piebald centaur,” Rosita muttered from up in the tree.

"No!" Grevyn screeched, sliding out of the bush but getting a few painful scratches on her wings because of it. She shot into the air and flew away.

Grevyn yelped as her tail was tweaked quite painfully by the tail. She thought fast, dropping the bag and raising her claws as she hovered in the air, though she still held the other bag (and had a mouthful of jewels.) "Whatd'ya mean, what am I doing?" she asked, fluttering her long lashes...

Grevyn decided to take advantage of the distraction. While Opal's scales weren't exactly valuable, they were super gorgeous. When it came to pretty things, Grevyn just couldn't help herself. She relished the challenge of stealing something, and this seemed like a perfect one. Stealing the...

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Rosita's perfect brows furrowed in confusion. "Just like my name's Rosita, hence my general pinkness," Rosita said, making air quotes with her tiny fingers.

“Good. They’re not dragonscale arrows,” Rosita said. “Glad you saw some sense.”

“No, nobody asked me,” Rosita said. “They tend to only ask me for medical advice, since what is a person, unless they can be exploited?” She laughed. “But nobody asked you either, Prince Charming.”

“That’s a little weird,” Rosita said, hovering above the dragon and trying to figure out where she’d lost the scales. “I personally wouldn’t use somebody’s skin for an arrowhead,” she said.

“Okay,” Rosita said, raising one sculpted eyebrow. She wasn’t convinced he’d gotten all the care he needed, but she wasn’t going to dispute it. Her healing power had run low. “Go get ‘em, Prince Charming.” Her next plan of action? Criticizing him while he fought. Maybe saving his life if he...

(Does healing people exhaust a fairy? Or is healing power inexhaustible?)

“Yes, but I’m sure you could have avoided it,” Rosita said sweetly. “Your type always try too hard to be the hero... usually end up damaging yourselves in the process. Don’t ruin your pretty face, Prince Charming, and maybe, next time, instead of making excuses, thank me instead.” Rosita buzzed...

Rosita laughed and buzzed over to Alexon, flying from head to toe and all around. It was a lot more work to inspect a centuar than a human since they had so many more dimensions. She noticed a gash on the side of his barrel and some bruising on his pale skin over the ribs. One of his great...

"Absolutely. You are now forever in my dept," Rosita said, smiling and laughing her beautiful, infuriating tinkling laugh. Then she frowned. "Don't do that with your hair. It displeases my eye."

"So you need help?" Rosita asked, a glow of pink hovering above her fingers. "You need my help?" She was within reach of Canala's quick bow-slinging fingers.