RP Marshall
A Tale of Woe
Delacare said:"Only an inept alchemist would concoct a painful healing potion.", Belisair was greatly relieved if slightly exhausted. 'Ok a lot exhausted, but it was totally worth the trouble.'
"I actually have just the one for healing winged creatures. Give me a moment." Belisair began rummaging through his numerous pockets, more pockets than should be possible in a robe that fit that closely to his body.
"Aha, there it is, and you dont even have to drink it." Belisai had produced a tiny triangular vial filled with cerulean liquid, which he promptly pored out a quarter of onto his new friend. The potion seeped down between the bird's feathers and sunk beneath his skin, healing him from the inside out.
"By the way, little brother, what did you say your name was?"
Flint
Flint sharply said, "I'm not giving out my name!"
The bird suddenly pause now feeling the calming waves of the potion flowing gently into him. Flint extended one of his wings to observe the old scars vanishing without a trace.
"Amazing! That potion's a medical miracle. I feel brand new! I'll tell you my name, alright! Not that I had any say in it. It's quite awful. It's Flint. F-L-E... F-L-I-E... P-H-L..."
The irritated crow cursed and explained, "I'm a talking bird not an orthographer . Anyway, thank you for your help. I'll be going now."
Flint flapped his wing and quickly ascended in to the sky. Immediately he fell with a thud. His weak wings jiggled as if made with jelly.
"Dang it!" said the bird.
He stood back up and looked at Belisair in vexation. Being cooped up in a tiny cage with no room to exercise was not good for his tried wings.
"Well, my wings are going to be useless for now but with practice I should be flying like any other normal bird in no tim. Um... Where are you headed? Mind if I hitch a ride with you?"
Not wanting to be left alone in the maze of a forest, Flint put his palms together in pray as he begged for the second time that day.
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