NightFae Posted March 8, 2007 Report Posted March 8, 2007 Inspired by the obituaries (or Creative ways to croak before I'm 30) thread. Fae flew out of bed in the morning, squealing with excitement. Today was her date with Stoompy! There was so much to do, so much to see! But first -- getting dressed. Oh no. She realized then that she hadn't picked out anything to wear! In a panic, she picked up the phone and began to call Wrenwind. She giggled a little "Wren and Stoompy." She put her own joke aside and continued the call. After politely explaining that she had no knowledge of Fae fashion, Wren suggested that she call someone else who might know a bit more. Who did she call? None other than our very own Gwai! Not that he would necessarily know more about Fae fashion...But he was the first to agree. Really, all she needed someone to do was stand there and agree with whatever she said while she ran about trying things on and modeling them. BUT, while she was zipping right behind him, he lost his balance and took a step backwards -- right onto her leg. This stopped her mid-zip and her face met the floor rather abruptly. Limping towards her bedroom, Fae refused to accept any help offered to her. She may be small, but this just makes her twice as stubborn. Very slowly making her way into her bedroom to get her first aid kit, she tragically stepped on a tack - and died.
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