Here goes.
Fey paced around the fire, wringing his hands. Something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Ti asked, stroking his long, black feathers, "You've been silent all day." Fey shook his head and continued to pace. Ti stared at him and started to flex his muscles.
"Tch, you're so vain." Said a voice.
"What the -?" Ti was cut short as a pair of hands muffled his mouth. The hands dragged him away.
"Ti?" Fey muttered, twisting around, "Ti? Ti, where are you? Come on, this isn't funny!" The only thing the greeted Fey's voice was the flickering flames. This was only the beginning...
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