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[70ftandcounting]

Everyone?

Please be careful of this Santa person! He's a horrible, mean man that comes and kidnaps young children in the night and forces them to work in his shop like slaves! You have to refuse anything he gives you! Please!

I just -- I want everyone to be safe, it's been so awful around here...

[A tiny, tiny voice.]

F-Flynn? If you -- if you could maybe come see me...that'd be nice.

[Please don't be gone...]

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[70ftandcounting]

[She scrambles after him, peering from behind his shoulder, still staring in awe at those wings. They were so pretty.]

Do you see anything?

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*If Jacob notices her staring he doesn't react to it.*

Mm...no, and I don't want to try to take theirs...ah, maybe in there?

*He points over to the tack room, then heads over to it.*

I figure if we weren't allowed to use this stuff they would have told us by now and, well, its for a good cause.

*The tack room does, indeed, have horse shoes (and other equiment), so Jacob claims one and holds it out to 'Punzel, smiling.*

[70ftandcounting]

That's a good point! I'm sure that they would have told us if we weren't allowed...they're...they're pretty clear about what we should and shouldn't do...

[Her voice trails off a little, but she smiles anyway and reaches to take the shoe.]

Thank you.

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Where have you been, Rapunzel, no they aren't! But Jacob doesn't know that either.*

No problem. That should help you out.

[70ftandcounting]

[She thinks it's clear sob]

I really appreciate it.

[She clutches it to her chest, and smiles.]

This should really help, I think. Do you need one too?

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Jacob shakes his head, but smiles.*

I should be fine. I have more than enough feathers to go around, after all.

*He flexes his wings a bit.*

[70ftandcounting]

[She bites her lower lip and hesitates.]

How do...

[Hm. How does one ask about wings...]

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Jacob cants his head. Its a very bird-like motion, really.*

Hm?

[70ftandcounting]

Your...your wings. They're...they're so pretty...how did you get them?

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

Well, I was born with them. I'm a hybrid, its...a magick-y thing in my world. My whole family has wings.

[70ftandcounting]

[Her eyes widen.]

Wow, really? I wish I had wings...to be able to fly...that would be so amazing.

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Jacob loves flying, but he tries his best not to feel sorry for people who can't. Its not their fault (and things like hang gliding existed, anyway, that was sort of close). So he just nods to her.*

Well, I'm part bird, so it'd be pretty weird if I couldn't fly.

*He should change the subject...but he can't think of anything aside from her gigantic hair and that sounds rude.*

[70ftandcounting]

That would be weird! [She smiles, and gestures.]

You should show me sometimes! I bet it's amazing.

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Not all bird hybrids could fly, though, but it was much harder for Jacob not to feel sorry for them. To have that instinct and not be able to do anything about it...*

I can show you, but I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to carry another person. Sorry.

[70ftandcounting]

[She just smiles brightly.]

That's okay! I'd love to just watch. I bet it's really incredible.

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

Well, we should probably wait till it stops snowing. Its harder to fly well if the weather is really bad... *He chuckles a bit.* but the snow would make a bad landing softer.

[70ftandcounting]

Definitely! Especially if the snow is soft and fluffy...

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

Of course! That's the best kind of snow.