It died with a squawk, and he scowled as he turned to catch the distraught fairy. "What did you do, Frey?" Micaiah demanded, frowning at the fairy dust that was leaking all over the ballroom floor. Frey sat down on his hands, curling up and burying his face into his knees. Micaiah rolled his eyes and dropped the fairy, letting him catch himself before he fell to the floor. "That was mean," Frey sniffled, his gossamer wings propelling him up to hover in front of Micaiah's face. "I have no doubt that getting you out of whatever you've done now will more than make up for it," Micaiah replied dryly, crossing his arms. "What is it?" "I'm hurt," Frey pouted, tossing his silver hair over his shoulders and affecting a sulk. Micaiah sighed, turning back to the fake musicians he'd set up on the stage across the room. "Fine!" Frey shouted, flittering by his shoulders to get in front of him again. "So?" Micaiah demanded, wondering if he'd have time to make a headache potion before whoever Frey had wronged this time was knocking down his door, demanding the little fairy be squished under a book.
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