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Aleric huffed as he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic. It was in vain to try and keep them dry as he scrubbed the contents of the wash bin. It was a task he thought frankly beneath him. Sure, he didnât exactly finish his exercises that day, but to be tasked with dishing duty? A far overreaction in his opinion.
This wasnât at all what he expected. Aleric spent months pleading and begging the old wizard to take him under his wing. Magnus was a legend before he retired. While he had been adamant at first that his spell-fighting days were behind him the elf had managed to wear him down.
And all to wind up scrubbing vials.
He pulled his hands from the water. With a flick of his wrists, he shook the droplets off. Turning on his heel, Aleric stomped to the training grounds.
The wizard wanted him to do his exercises? Heâd do the damned exercises. Better than being the dish boy.
With sharp movements, he summoned the hum of magic in his veins. Aleric moved through the steps to the best of his memory.
The first few bolts of lighting at the scattered targets were precise and quick. Enough so that even that maybe it could have wiped that disapproving frown off his mentorâs face.
He lingered on the thought, letting his movements become sloppy. The focus required to keep control of the spell in his hands was lost entirely as the door to the hall opened.
The elf spun on his heels to face the noise on instinct, flinging the gathered energy forward in a smooth swing of his arm.
And watched in horror as it knocked the man in the doorway back off of his feet. The body fell back to the floor, twitching and writhing.
His eyes went wide and for a moment he simply stood frozen. He was moving before he even realized it. Sliding on his knees to the prone form of his mentor. The seizing had ceased by the time he reached his side. He grunted as he rolled the man onto his back.
He was greeted with a sight that made him shudder. Magnusâs eyes closed, jaw slack with a bit of drool, and face lacking the pinch of his brow he became so accustomed to.
His hands were trembling as he dipped down, pressing an ear to Magnusâs chest. He waited, listening for the flutter of a heartbeat and breath in the manâs lungs. But it was eerily quiet.
Eyes wide he fumbled with the clasps of Edwinâs robes. Yanking them open, he pulled open the neckline until it dipped wide enough to show a sliver of bare skin. He couldnât stop the wince in sympathy at the raised and red skin from the impact of the spell. Pushing the thought aside, he bowed so his ear was pressed into his chest once more. He prayed to any god listening to that without the cloth barrier, he would hear when the faintest of sounds.
There was nothing.
âDamn it, damn it, damn it-â
His hands fluttered over the manâs chest for a moment before hesitantly settling on top of one another in the center of his chest. Aleric swallowed before he pressed down hard once. He startled at the huff that escaped the manâs lips. The apprentice didnât dare move, staring at his face as he watched for any sign of life.
There was nothing, the man entirely still as his jaw hung slack and head tilted to the side.
Swallowing he hunched his shoulders as he thrusts the heels of his hands down into his breastbone once more. He cringed at the way he felt Magnusâs ribs flex and bend beneath the apprenticeâs weight. Aleric had never done it before. Had no idea if he was doing it correctly. Better wrong than nothing though.
He shifted their positions, swinging a leg over Magnusâs waist to press down more comfortably. His eyes were glued to the manâs face. Aleric drank in every detail to try and calm the panic flutter in his chest; the silver-toned curls stuck to his forehead, the bluish hue to his hips, the salt and pepper stubble on his jaw. The way the soft fabric of his robes shifted with each sway of his body and slipped off his shoulders. Anything for his mind to latch on to as a distraction from the unnatural feeling of compressing the manâs heart between his ribs.
Alericâs arms began to ache and his shoulders felt tight. He pauses compressions, using the break to address the manâs lack of breath. Trembling fingers pinched his nose as he brought their lips together. It felt entirely unnatural, with his lips so still beneath his own. He watched as the manâs cheeks puffed out slightly before his bare chest slowly rose from the corner of his eye. The apprentice pulled away, letting the borrowed air escape.
Once the manâs chest collapsed back down, he dipped to force another breath down his throat. He breathed out for a moment longer the second time, waiting until he felt resistance to pull away. He felt the pressure release back against his lips in the soft huff that escaped his mentor's lips.
He couldnât linger for too long though as his hands moved back to start another cycle of compressions.
As the minutes passed, he felt himself growing more desperate. Back and forth between breaths and compressions but with nothing but a growing bruise on the fallen wizardâs chest to show for it. A gnawing feeling twisted in his stomach. As he glanced at the raised web of red flesh across his chest he suddenly got an idea. A stupid one perhaps, but it was all he had.
He grabbed the manâs robes, stripping them off further until his upper half was bare. Shifting his knees so that he didnât make contact with the body below him he focused on summing a crackle of lighting in his fingertips.
With a sharp exhale, he thrust his palms down into the manâs chest.
Aleric yanked his hands back immediately with wide eyes as the body beneath him arched and then thumped back flat into the floor. His hair stood on end with the energy humming in the room. There were red marks left behind where his hands had been and his palms tingled.
He held his fingers for the side of Magnusâs throat. For a moment he clung to the hope that it was the dull numbness of his fingers that was to blame for his inability to find a pulse. It was a hope quickly dismissed when he pressed harder to still find nothing.
âGods be damned, you stubborn old-â
The apprentice lifted his hands as he forced energy back into his palms. There was a delicate balance between enough power to do the job and the amount that would certainly do more damage. If he hadnât done too much already.
He pushed the thought away, whispering a near-silent apology as he thrusts his hands down once more.
Aleric didnât pull his hands away during the second shock. He pressed his weight down into the arching body beneath him. Felt the way the muscle beneath his burning palms twitched.
When he thought he felt a flutter, his eyes went wide. When fingers moved back to his throat though, he was greeted with the beautiful confirmation of a pulse. Weak as it was, it was there.
His knuckles rubbed into the manâs sternum, âGods above. Alright, there we go. Just- just relax.â
He wasnât even sure if the wizard could hear him. His own words were a comfort to himself if nothing else.
Magnusâs chest heaved feebly as his lungs attempted to choke down a breath. His apprentice eased the burden as he leaned down to offer another steady breath.
He didnât stop until the manâs lips shifted against his own, applying a slight amount of pressure. Then they suddenly left as his hands shakily clutched the front of his tunic.
When he made eye contact, he was still as he let the moment linger. It was broken as Aleric sat the man up with a huff. There would be time to unpack that later, âCome on old man. Letâs get you to a healer.â
Liric had narrowly survived the trap she'd encountered from Quinn. If the Twoleg hadn't of saved her, she wouldn't of. Quinn had ran after her, trying to accuse her of stealing resources and supplies from the Brabblefern territory, where she had just been looking for her large cane toad familiar, Hieff. But now, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, was back on her own. She'd stayed low- making sure to keep herself as small as she could once she got back home.
And oh, how her dear father was relieved. Though the bruising lasted for several days around her chest from being resuscitated- Liric wasted no time in her recovery. And she was soon back to doing what she loved, and had even found that Hieff had made his way home. She was very thankful for that.
The days came by slowly, mostly spending time crafting around her gentle home, making decorations out of sticks and acorn husks. But she'd ran out of pigment. Determined, and set to get more, the small fairy left her home with her gathering basket and began to search her land for any kind of brightly colored flower.
And after picking a few- that's when she heard it.
The distant sounds of strangling- or choking. She couldn't tell what it was, but realized by the trees that she was close to Brabblefern territory. A shiver ran down her back, her small dragon-like wings slowly letting her land, her pointed tail swishing nervously as she listened more carefully.
She could hear it now clear as day. That was choking.
Fearful of it being a member of her tribe, she called out.
"Out there! Are you okay?" She questioned loudly as she looked around- and heard the familiar sound of wings flapping towards her. With one look, she saw Quinn's figure. The swirls within her skin, the way her dreads jingled slightly due to the decorations in them- it was her alright. There was no doubt about it. Liric tried to hold back her fear, but all of that changed when the fairy came crashing down beside her, stumbling. She could see the red hues to her normally pale grey skin, and dropped her small basket of flowers as she rushed over cautiously.
"O-Oh my! Quinn, please- let me help, I'll help you!" She cried out, not knowing where this sudden compassion was coming from- part of her deep down wanted to let Quinn choke, for them to always be safe- but Quinn was already using one of her hands to try and beat over her chest to try and dislodge the object. There was no time for those kinds of thoughts!
Liric quickly moved behind Quinn's heaving frame, pulling her hands behind the other woman, never quite noticing how tone she was- before moving a fist right above her navel, the other one overlapping it as she thrust inwards, earning a small 'hyrk!' as a response.
"Oh, come on! Try to cough it's okay!" She tried to assure- and once again, pulled back hard enough to make Quinn stumble on her feet as she clawed at her throat helplessly.
Again, pulling in with all of her stregnth- she thrust again, but this time felt a bit of resistance as her wings twitched.
She was falling unconscious.
"Oh⌠crap!" Liric cried as she moved her hands up quickly to catch Quinn, moving her onto her back, allowing her own webbed wings to spread out against the cool ground- but Liric didn't want to waste any time. She quickly straddled Quinn's hips, their bare bodies shifting like puzzle pieces into each other momentarily before she moved her interlocked hands down- thrusting against her stomach, upwards.
"One!⌠Two⌠Three--.. Come on! Come on breathe!" She begged Quinn, noticing the glaze of her eyes as her features became more distant. Liric moved quickly to shove her head down against the larger chest of Quinn, hearing the desperate 'lub-dub! lub-dub!' of her overworked heart trying to stay beating without oxygen.
She'd never noticed just how beautiful Quinn was before- but didn't let the thought linger far before raising back up, interlocking her hands again above her navel before thrusting harshly into her ribcage. Again, and again- as Quinn's head lolled over to the side, mouth agape but nothing escaping. Five quick thrusts and she was climbing up nervously, opening up Quinn's mouth and peering on inside.
She could almost see it⌠One hand moved to rub against Quinn's throat, and met a satisfying 'glurk!' as it suddenly lost it's suction in her throat, gasping with happiness as she quickly thrust two fingers into her near cold mouth and hooked her fingers on the obstruction, maneuvering it out with minimal effort. It was a half-chewed piece of some kind of edible plant.
"O-Oh okay! Okay breathe!" Liric commanded as she moved to rub and pat Quinn's cheeks, but the coldness seeping into her skin made Liric confused as she backed up, quickly moving to press her ear against the fairy's chest.
NothingâŚ
"Oh no!" She cried out in realization before moving to the side of her frame, interlocking her hands over the fairy's chest, squaring right in between her nipples before thrusting down. The amount of resistance almost made her sick to her stomach as she realized just how much force was needed to get proper depth- but she squared away her shoulders again, taking a deep breath in before thrusting down again.
'huh! huh! huhhuhhuhuhuh-'
Began Quinn's frame as Liric set her pace for compressions, her ribs flaring with each methodical thump into her failed heart.
"fourteen- fifteen!" Liric cut it short, moving down to pinch Quinn's nose and slam her lips up against the once-enemies. Part of her wondered if they would even be enemies past this point⌠But she didn't let that stop her, as she slowly pushed in air- the amount rushing in to fill Quinn's slack cheeks, traveling down her throat and expanding it before making it into her lungs, allowing her chest to fully rise before pulling back- and again.
Before her hands were met right in the center again.
"One, two, three, four, five!" She began to call out as she willed the heart to respond to her touch- but after a few rounds, and the exhaustion that was setting in- Liric was becoming desperate. She moved over Quinn's hips to start delivering deeper compressions that rocked her entire frame with each thrust- before, in desperation, Liric held her fists tightly before slamming down into Quinn's chest with a precordial thump.
Quinn's entire frame shifted before she suddenly gasped, wings fluttering under her uncomfortably- her eyes shooting open to see Liric. It wasn't but a few seconds before Quinn was shifting from under her- and suddenly flying off, though a bit uncoordinated, she escaped fast without even as much as a thank you.
Liric, though tired, was glad that Quinn had survived.
I hope that you liked it! This one was a bit rushed but, I just wanted to write something today!
Very nice to be able to show some appreciation for a silver fox lol
This lovely piece was commissioned by asystolearchives, for the characters from The Extra Man! (They also have a great fairy resus story so check them out)
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As a side note, thanks everyone for the super sweet messages recently, I'll get to all of them as soon as I can!
Absolutely outstanding work once again, thank you so much for this - especially our last panels that we added in last minute! Thank you for always bringing my ideas to life friend!
More art from another recent roleplay with @protectyaheart with my lovely Professor Elara Torrent, an older red wolf that has a very weak heart- unbeknownst to her students.
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From a recent (current) roleplay plot with @protectyaheart I present to you my latest victim, Elise the bunny! Special thanks to @yourresusdoll for letting me use her gorgeous photos as a pose reference for this!
Elsie has accidentally drowned at the nearby lake.
What would you say your favorite niche/part of resus is?
Hmm, this is such a great question!
I think for me personally I love when whump factors come more into play. Such as when whumpee is resuscitated, but not yet conscious, digging knuckles into their sternum to try and gain a response. Rescuer watching respiration rate, feeling over ribs, laying a hand down on their chest as they watch for changes of improvement. Lifting up whumpee from the ground and making them comfortable to recover. I love those little tidbits of care mixed in!
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Inspired by some wonderful art from my new friend @saphicresus, my first story. I may come back to this some day and re-write it to be a bit better, but I wanted to go ahead and get something published.
I hope you like it!
Liricâs tail flicked in frustration as she paused- focusing her breath as she tried to stay quiet. To stay hidden. Her wings pulled in closer to her tiny frame, pointed ears able to pick up even the slightest of sounds but yet she didnât hear a thing. She could feel her tiny heart racing in her chest, adrenaline rushing through, making every movement shaky and uncoordinated.
Quinn was after her. An enemy she had became under circumstances that weren't her own. Sheâd ventured into her families territory whenever her familiar, a large cane toad named Hieff, had went missing late in the night. The Brabblefern family was known to be skilled hunters, and vicious to their enemies. Where as Liric, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, had a lot more peace and understanding to anybody who accidentally came around.
And now, she was in a situation sheâd never been in. She was trapped in a Twolegâs house. She hadnât realized when she was flying- but had flown straight through an open window. They had both scrambled to hide whenever they heard the Twoleg enter, but now- she didnât know where Quinn was, or the Twoleg that she couldnât hear anymore. The tiny fairy moved some of her blonde strands from in front of her face before she heard shuffling- and her wings expanded, taking off quickly and darting out from the cupboard she was in.
âGet back here, you coward!â Quinn screamed angrily. Her features were much different then Lirics. She had the same body type, but her bare body was adorned with swirls of pigment that almost appeared as tattoos. It provided essential camouflage to her enemies. Her skin was much darker, and hair more coarse, currently in tight, firm dreads that had adorations of beads and small animal bones. They were successful, brutal, ruthless hunters. Deep scars showed just how brave she was- and she was quickly catching up to Liric.
âPlease- just- leave me alone! Please!â Liric cried out, darting around a corner and ducking under a cabinet. Her eyes quickly scanned in any place that she could hide, she could see freshly cut vegetables on the counter, jars prepared with their lids off setting on the table. She was familiar with this kind of food preservation from her studies, but she didnât know yet what to do- until she heard the sound of Quinn screaming in pain as she flew over a boiling pot of hot water, the steam having made her dip down into the floor. Liric looked behind her, her wings flapping quickly, still racing to find another open window- deep down, she was afraid that Quinn was hurt.
â THUD!
Liric slammed roughly into the wall, not having been watching where she was going. The small fairly fell down, falling into one of the open jars with a hazy thud, stars in her vision as she tried to regain her composure.
She didnât even realize sheâd blacked out until she heard something rustling just above the jar, the sound of metal on glass.
Her dark eyes opend in time to see that Quinn had managed to pick up the lightweight lid to the old jar and began to screw it on the top. Liric flew up quickly, shoving her hands against the top- but she was no match. The lid was already screwed, she was just tightening it. She began to beat against the lid.
âQuinn! Please- please! Let me out! Let me out!â She screamed frantically, trying to fly against the side of the jar to knock it over. But Quinn flew down, looking at the struggle as Liric began to tire out.
But Liric couldnât understand why she was getting tired until it dawned on her⌠she was running out of oxygen, and fast.
She slowed down even more, her body feeling heavier then it ever had as she crumbled down to the bottom of the jar, her tail swishing slowly as she looked at the way Quinn smirked at her. The fairyâs long nails slowly tapped against the jar teasingly, her own tail swishing with something that resembled delight as she watched Liric try to gasp. But every breath she took seemed to starve her body further of the oxygen it needed, her heart beating wildly in her ears as if it would jump out of her chest all together.
Liricâs hands clawed against the glass, trying to find anything to hold onto- anything to try and convince Quinn that sheâd stay away from her territory. She understood why the other fairy was so violent, with how scarse food was, with some other fairies stealing and killing- she wasnât mad at her⌠but she knew she didnât deserve to be killed for her simple mistake. Quinn was several moons older then she was, she had more expirence, more skill, a bigger clan.
Her head began to pound, a headache like sheâd never felt before aching through her body. Her vision was blurring even more, and she was getting disoriented, unable to speak. She was suffocating, and her body was starting to go through cyanosis. Her pale skin was turning blue around her lips and her face, the red that had washed over her was fading as her heart stopped trying to uselessly pump blood. Her tiny frame jerked invoulntarily as she slid further, her back hitting the back of the glass as she began to feel more tired.
She couldnât explain the sense of.. calmness that she felt.
Her tired, tiny heart was slowing itâs beats down. The tips of her fingers, and her toes were slowly turning blue, a paleness that was racing to her limbs. Quinn laid her hands on her hips in a satisfied huff.
âYouâll never steal from us again, will you Lotusfeet?â She cackled, before jumping up- her wings splaying out and starting to flutter as she took flight again. Liricâs hand reached weakly out twoards the figure as one last plea before everything darkend within her vision, and Quinn flew out the still-open window, just narrowly avoiding the Twoleg as she walked back inside.
Liricâs body had gone limp at the bottom of the jar.
Briela looked curiously out her window, her long brown hair dusting over her shoulders, the smell of fresh dirt on her knees as she took off her gardening gloves, setting the basket of herbs down on the small table that sheâd collected. âOh, butterflies this time of year already? I really need to plant those flowers..â She murmured to herself as she looked for the âbutterflyâ sheâd seen fly out her window. She shrugged it off, and moved to kick off her dirty shoes before going over to the sink to start washing her hands. She did so, patting her hands dry on the small towel as blue eyes glanced over to the pot of boiling water.
âOh! I forgot about canning!â She cried out in surprise at the boiling water, moving to turn down the water a bit before looking at her jars, noticing the metal lid on one. Her head tilted in surprise before she saw it- the tiny, blue fairy within the jar.
âO-Oh my! Oh my! Shit, shit shit shit!â She yelped as she quickly lifted up the jar, unscrewing it with ease as she looked into it. âOh! Hey, hey- holy shit! Are you okay!?â She cried out as she dumped the fairy hap-hazardly onto the tea towel sheâd just used to dry her hands, setting the jar back down quickly as she hovered over the tiny frame. Then it dawned on her- this wasnât her skin color.. whatever this little, magical being was- this was the appearance of suffocating.
âOh SHIT!â She yelled once she realized, lifting the tiny frame into her palms carefully.
Liricâs body shifted coldly in her palm, her wings limp and splayed out, her tail draping past her palm, arms outstretched and hair messily covering her face from being dropped onto the tea towel. Briela quickly moved to turn off the stove with her free hand before running to her kitchen table, taking a quick seat as her thumb rubbed over the tiny fairyâs chest. âOh come on, breathe! Breathe! Youâre out of the jar now youâre okay! Youâre okay!â She pleaded quickly, her own hands starting to shake before she rested her thumb over the tiny fairyâs bare chest, inbetween her breasts. She paused, trying to feel for anything.
She moved to lay the fairyâs back flat against her palm, moving her fingers against her chest- trying to feel again.
NothingâŚ
Liricâs body had given up itâs fight. It had been too long, her heart had beat so fast and sheâd panicked so badly she had only sped up her demise. But Briela wasnât a stranger to an emergency⌠but on something this small? She had to think fast, or else the fairy wouldnât have a chance at all.
Briela quickly brought the small frame up to her mouth, sealing her warm pink lips against the tiny fairyâs face, trying to puff a breath of air into her useless lungs. She pulled back, and didnât see a downfall, or hear one. âOkay- just hold on honey- just hold on.â She begged, trying again as she repositioned the tiny frame, letting her head tilt back in-between her thumb and index finger, right in the soft crook, and sealed her lips again, giving a bit fuller of a breath- this time she kept her other hand on the tiny fairyâs chest.
A slow rise. Air was going in now.
She pulled back, letting the fairyâs chest fall- before lowering again, delivering another breath. Rise⌠fall.
âCome on..â She whined, pulling back and moving her thumb into the center of the tiny fairyâs chest, pushing down awkwardly. The angle didnât do her much of a favor, but she gained a small âhuffâ from the fairyâs agape mouth.
Briela moved to set her against the cold wooden kitchen table, her head lolling to the side, wings splayed under her and her tail in-between her legs as Briela tried another angle with her thumb- another useless huff. She was growing frustrated, but tried again. This time, she used two fingers, both on her sternum, before she pressed down.
Now that felt like a compression. Her body responded just as a humanâs would, and she set her pace.
âOne⌠two⌠three⌠four!â She counted, Liricâs body shifting under each thrust into her still heart. Briela had calmed down- and now she had deep focus, her other hand carefully ready to scoop the tiny fairy up when she needed to give breaths again, resting against the kitchen table. Each thrust made her feel that more scared that maybe she was too late.
âhu-huh-huh-huh-huhâ Liricâs body responded in small, quiet huffs with each compression, limbs failing slightly as she was picked back up off the table, Briela sealing her mouth against the fairies once more. She puffed out a small breath of air, causing Liricâs cheeks to expand fully, her lungs expanding quickly, huffing out air as the Twoleg pulled away. Another breath, rise, and fall- and then another.. just for good measure. She didnât hesitate, carefully lowering Liric back down, her fingers finding their place again as she began to compress.
âhuh! huh! huh!â her body responded more defiantly, as Briela didnât worry as much about the depth- she worried that if she went too soft she wouldnât be able to save the fairy. She counted softly under her breath, legs shaking with each thrust as her ribs flared out with each deep, methodical compression that was slammed into her unmoving muscle. Another round, and another set of breaths. She could see that some of the blueness had faded from the fairyâs body but she wasnât yet responding to her- a quick feel against her chest gave her nothing in return, but Briela took the small frame from her table and back into her palm, her fingers moving to rub her sternum desperately.
âCome on, little one- please take in a breath!â She quietly whispered, deeply rubbing her sternum- trying to get any response, before using her thumb, cupping the tiny fairy in her hands as she began to deliver compressions again. These were harder, deeper into her chest- crushing her heart with each beat as she squeezed the tiny form. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, ribs flaring out- open mouth huffing out the air that kept seeping into her lungs. Her legs and arms shook with each beat, the warmness from Brielaâs palms starting to take away the coldness that the kitchen table had only caused to get worse. She was desperate, her mouth sealing again over the tiny fairyâs face, forcing in air even as her thumb continued to press, feeling the way her chest rose up and huffed out quickly with the next beat. Her belly jiggled with each compression, expanding and shifting under the weight until- a tiny gasp echoed.
Briela paused for a moment, her thumb resting over Liricâs sternum. The marbling of bruises and redness made her feel horrible, but Liric tried to gasp again, but her eyes weren't opening. Each gasp was deep, struggled. Agonal.
âCome on honeyâŚâ Briela pleaded as she rubbed against her sternum firmly, not getting any kind of a reaction before she began to compress again. She knew that this breathing wasnât a real sign of life- and even though she wished she had a AED , she knew there was no such thing for something so small.
Each thump against the sloshing muscle further pushed blood throughout her system that was trying so hard to fight. Brielaâs careful grip, and thumb centered square in her sternum- didnât give her heart any choice. It would beat, and it would beat to the rhythm that it was set to. Briela moved back down after only fifteen, bringing the tiny fairy up to her mouth once more, sealing over her face and blowing quick breaths of air- over and over again, her tiny chest expanding quickly as her thumb rubbed against Liricâs chest, making her chest shift and bounce before her limbs came up suddenly, starting to move and gasp.
âOh! Oh my goodness, youâre alive! Okay, itâs okay little one- breathe for me, just breathe!â She guided softly as she pulled back, feeling the quick thudding of Liricâs heart as she regained consciousness, the tiny fairy looking terrified as she realized what was going on.
âI-Itâs okay, itâs okay, I saw you got trapped in a jar- I saved you, youâre okay.â She pleaded, hoping that the fairy understood what she was saying. Liric didnât have the energy to move, yet, but Briela was already standing, looking through a pile of sewing supplies on her kitchen table until she found a small square of soft fabric, wrapping the tiny frame in it, and laying her down carefully on a old plushie. The tiny fairyâs body rested against the softness and warmth, and Briela didnât take her eyes off of her.
