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"With this." He grabbed a smooth scale with one of his claws and ripped it from his chest, wincing slightly. Breathing a small blue flame over it, he muttered something under his breath and held it out to Arwen. "If it is held tight between your wing and side, it should fix the bone in a very short while."

Arwen looked at the scale cautiously, before extending her wing and placing it carefully under it.

A faint purple mist hung over her wing as the scale began to grow cool.
 
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Arwen looked at the scale cautiously, before extending her wing and placing it carefully under it.

A faint purple mist hung over her wing as the scale began to grow cool.

Arwen watched her wing, feeling a slight tingly feeling in it as the bones slowly began to heal.
 
The mist soon evaporated and the scale grew cold as ice, its powers used up from healing Arwen's wing.
"Have this, but use it only if one of your kind is in severely wounded or ill. I must be leaving for now. Goodbye," he called as he spread his massive wings and lifted into flight, dropping a second emerald scale onto the ground behind him. Soon he was nothing more than a blur in the sky.
 
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Arwen looked over at Zia, and smiled warmly. She then bolted onto a hill, where she jumped up and started pumping her wings, gaining height slowly. Once in the sky, she flew through the air gracefully, her feathers rustling in the breeze that caressed her mane and tail. She closed her eyes, and smiled happily, ejoying the rush of the wind on her face.
 

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