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"Faerieland Folly" by wellthatsfantastic
The day dawned bright and sunny. Not a single cloud lingered in the sky as Prince_Hailstorm, known mainly as Hail to is friends, soared above Terror Mountain. The sun couldn't chase the slight chill from the air but Hail as an ice draik paid it no mind. He was too excited anyways. He was meeting a friend in Faeriland today to try his hand at Poogle Racing and that meant he could stop in at his favorite bookshop Faerieland Bookshop. He usually avoided it on his trips to the land because his other friends weren't book snobs and he didn't want to bore them. Stevens40, a shadow Xweetok he met a few months ago, shared the same love for books that Hail did so he had no problems dragging him into the store.
Hail banked left and swooped down to land on the grassy knoll outside of Faerieland. Stevens was sprawled across the ground, book in hand, soaking in the sunlight. The Xweetok looked up at the ice draik. He gave him a lazy smile. “Are we ready for today?”
Hail smiled back and nodded. “Oh yeah. Not a cloud around, homework is done, and I've got Neopoints to spend.”
Stevens tucked his book away in the bag he was carrying and rolled to his feet. “Well then, far be it for me to hold you back.” He said and the duo started walking towards the gates to the city. They nodded to the kind Faerie pteri sitting outside the gate and made their way into the city. Neopets of all species and color were lined up at the Healing Springs to get healed and the Hail waved at a darigan techo with his arm in a sling and turned to say something to Stevens before realizing the shadow Xweetok wasn't walking beside him anymore.
“Stevens?” Hail asked and noticed his friend's gaze on the Wheel of Excitement. “Ahh!” He said and gripped the Xweetok by the shoulder, dragging him good naturally towards the giant wheel. “Let's give it a spin!” “Are you sure? I always seem to get rubbish when I spin the wheel.” Stevens asked but Hail noticed his eyes light up. Stevens paid the light Faerie 500 NP and gave the wheel a sharp tug.
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