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A scared hand reaches out to the rift that has teared through the earth. Purple/pink like energy flows through and winds around the others arm, Almost like a greeting. A soft smile grows on the scared figures face at the friendly greeting. 

“SCAR!”

The figure was pulled away from the rift causing it to flow back into itself. Scar frowns as he gives a small look at his arm. He already missed the warmth of the kind magic. But he was shook out of his thoughts as firm hands grasp his shoulders. 

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! THE RIFT COULD BE DANGEROUS! WHAT IF YOU WERE HURT!”

What was he thinking? Scar wasn’t sure himself. Only that something was guiding him here. But it didn’t really feel like danger. His gaze lingered on the rift before being cover by a multicolored covered wing. He moves his gaze to look down at his feathered friend. Their eyes are filled with panic and worry at the lack of noise from the scared elf. “Scar?” 

The elf turns back at the rift and then back at his friends’ worried looked and give the other a small smile. “Sorry G! I give you quite a scare huh? How about some cookies! Free of charge!” 

Grian stares at the elf for a moment before letting out a breath of relief as he releases Scar’s shoulders. As much as Grian wants to interrogate the Elf he was kind of glad the other decided the move away from the subject. Ever since the appearance of the rift and not dying from a fall that should’ve of been his end. Grian kind of wanted to get away from this mysterious magical rift.

“Yeah cookies sound nice right now. Now come on, lets get out of here.” 

Grian opens up and flaps his wings upwards inside his new home. Scar watches the other flies up as he stretches out his butterfly like wings only to stop as the familiar warmth of energy like magic coming up to the side of his face and wrapping around his left arm as the rift seems to start to whisper something to the Elf which causes the other to sharply turn around to the rift with widen eyes. 

“That language? How? Wha-” “SCAR! IF YOU DON’T COME UP I’ll EAT ALL OF YOUR COOKIES!”

Scar’s eyes linger on the rift hoping to get answers, but nothing seems to come. He closes his eyes and breathed in, counting to 6 then breathing out to calm his racing thoughts of the whispered words in a different language he hasn’t heard in many years. He turns away from the rift and spreads his wings and flapped them as he opens his eyes.

“Don’t you dare you pesky bird!”

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[I have no idea what I wanted to get with writing this, but I just let my fingers type away that on the keybored. I hope you enjoyed it] [Sorry if there is any spelling and grammar errors]

Til that you can stew fruits and so here is my first attempt to stew plums that were in the kitchen

I think it went well