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◀️◀️ Zen bby :>

Those years with Flara had seemed so long ago now. Like some distant, bittersweet memory. His quill scrawled across the page in grandiose flourishes. The sound of pen on paper was so therapeutic, and better white noise than the sound of rain would ever be.

He set the quill down and leaned back in his chair. With a happy sigh, Zenith stretched. Slumped over a writing desk all day, had he become his human companions? He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

The manuscript was dry now. Good. The book was almost complete. Gingerly he took the papers in his hands and tapped them against the table. Neat and orderly, as it should be. Plus it made storage easier, at any rate. He was about to put them away for the night when a small voice drew his attention away.

“Daddy?”

He turned to look, and smiled brightly. His gem of a daughter, a little fennekin, peeked through the crack in the study door. He opened his arms wide and crooned, “Sweetheart! Come on in. I’m just about done for the day.”

The girl gave a shrill squeal and bounded in, excitedly hopping onto Zenith’s lap. “We were all wondering if you’d tell us a bedtime story!”

“A bedtime story? Well I think I can do that.” Zenith grinned. He followed her eyes to the pages on his desk. “Are you wondering what that is?”

A little nod. “Uh-huh!”

“Well,” Zenith began, “it’s a story.”

“What’s the story about, Daddy?” He chuckled at the question and cradled her in his arms. “Daddy I want an answer!” came her protests as he rose to his feet. “Daaaaaaddyyyyyyy I wanna knoooooow!”

He held her close to his chest and gave her a squeeze. “Well, sweetheart,” A pause. “It’s a story of little boy and his mom, a monster, and a witch.”

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