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Issue: 1039 | 8th day of Hiding, Y27 |
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Headlines "Fae's Adventures in the Haunted Woods" by rkbear Fae the most spoiled Korbat in all of the Haunted Woods, the only daughter of Ash and Bellsamy, and possibly the cutest toddler in all of Neopia, at least that is what her parents always told her. Faeline was born on the 30th day of the month of Storing on a crisp autumn morning. Ash and Bell had never been more enchanted by any creature as they were by their daughter. She was named after Ash’s mother. Their large extended family all came to meet her over the month of Celebrating to celebrate her arrival and the holidays together. Though she was too little to understand, or so they thought, they all took turns helping the new parents with their bundle of joy. Fae heard all their stories of their various and exciting adventures all over the world of Neopia. The little Korbat had inherited her father’s love of adventure and her mother’s curiosity, so even though she was only a few days old, she couldn’t wait to go on her own first adventure. ***** “And where do you think you are going?” Fae ran faster as she heard her mother’s voice, but her short legs were no match for the much longer ones of her mother. She was scooped up off the ground and into the Pastel Xweetok’s loving embrace. “You are quite the handful.” Fae protested, requesting, eloquently to be put down. Unfortunately the toddler hadn’t quite mastered...
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