Sun Mote Copse I'm not about to fight until the last of me dies

Weejay's sorrowed eyes lifted from the tinged russet of her mother's fur. She had a fairy? She looked upon her mother hopefully, feeling something bright chase away the dark that had nestled in her heart. If she had a fairy, she could wish anything -- and she knew exactly what her wish would be. She clutched her mother tightly, feeling her tail stir as Wildfire spoke.

Only.. it didn't make sense to Weejay; was she trading her mommy for a fairy? She didn't like that barter, and her nose scrunched up in dislike. The rest of what Wildfire intoned was only barely registered, for Weejay was so transfixed on the fact that Wildfire was going somewhere and somehow also was a fairy, who she wouldn't get to see, but would always be there? "But," Weejay stuttered, finding herself at a loss for words. Then finally, it came to her.

"Can't I have both?"