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Despite what might be expected of her very small size, Smidge has yet to find much of anything that scares her. Not even in the blackest of nights with a new moon shadowed from sight. Not even in the deepest of forests with not but her senses to guide her. And there had been plenty of sounds in that part of the night in the forest to scare anyone. On the contrary, the tiny girl had found the setting comforting with the owls hoo-ing, the crickets chirping, tiny tree frogs croaking. She had felt safe in the cover of the trees. If she had to take a guess though, she might say that the spookiest thing she's encountered is pure silence in that same dark kind of night. But it didn't so much scare her as it did make her uncomfortable. Her vibrant world wasn't supposed to be so quiet. It had given her too much to think about, and time seemed to drag on forever.
So when the black and blues girl suddenly spread her wings, it surprised her in the greatest kind of way. Although she could see how it could work to intimidate someone, Smidge was simply amazed. She can't stop herself from moving closer to her new friend, Gyps. Closer so that she can see the amazing things a little better. What are they made of? Are they attached by fairy magic, or was she born with them? Stopping herself from creeping forward, she snaps her face back to Gyps's. "Nice to meet'cha too!!" She giggles, and then answers the other question. "Of course!" She smiles brightly, welcoming the company eagerly. Yay, another friend! Now, more confidently, she prances up to the other's side, gently lipping the edge of one of her pretty blue wings (where she can reach). Oh, feathers! That's what they're made of! Aww, like a pretty blue bird. With a black body. How unique! Beaming up at Gyps, her smile never fades. "How did you get these? They're sooo amazing."
Smidgen!
small in stature, not heart