Arcane Fae

You are still beautiful with broken wings....

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I found a deformed common buckeye butterfly outside before work. It tried to flap it's wings pitifully in the grass, getting no where. It's flapping was what caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel as if it belonged with the others. It was very far away from the field of flowers that the other buckeyes inhabited.

"What are you doing all the way over here, little thing?"

It leapt into my hand, and so I carried it off to to the wildflowers, where purple and yellow buds blossomed abundantly, and there were many of its kind bouncing from flower to flower. I placed it on a purple bud and watched curiously as the deformed creature began to drink from it. It's scales still shimmered lively in the morning sun, and it's delicate strength was never abandoned. I watched the insect for quite some time, and in the end, I had to leave for work, but before I went, i whispered