Fae Silvestris~~Female~13 years old~Naturalborn~55% human, 35% dragon, 10% white fox~7~none
Fae crawled into her stick shelter, full and sleepy. Even though she couldn't fall asleep, she liked to lie down in her warm nest.
She curled up, and looked at the words her eyes hungrily devouring them. Words. Glorious words. She had written them all over the inside of her home in juices, in dyes, in charcoal, in paint, sometimes words, sometimes phrases, sometimes sentences, sometimes even a whole chapter. Stolen words, forged words, and ones she had made herself. Then there was music...she had the music for her clarinet and piano, but she had also composed some herself, and she had changed the music for her wooden flute. In addition, there were a few maps, and some math--formulas, equations, expressions and whatever else she had done when she was bored. She had a photographic memory.



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