[The swarm of bees buzzes around young Fu, hundreds upon hundreds of compound eyes all trained on the girl as they circle around her. This girl is young, small and already half-blind - in other words, Fu isn't exactly the sort of being she would have chosen as a protector. But, Gavotte supposes, God works in mysterious ways - she'll figure out what this girl's worth is soon enough.
In the meantime, though, she's here to train this girl.]
Not much to look at, are you? [Her voice is an amalgam of all of those wings, somehow beating together harmoniously.] Tell me, child, how many times have you pushed that power of yours to its limits?
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In the meantime, though, she's here to train this girl.]
Not much to look at, are you? [Her voice is an amalgam of all of those wings, somehow beating together harmoniously.] Tell me, child, how many times have you pushed that power of yours to its limits?
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