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"Oh no, Lizzie! What happened!"
Lizzie blinked in confusion as both Jimmy and Scar looked at her, concerned.
She quickly did a 360° to find whatever was the issue.
"What? Is there an arrow stuck somewhere? I was just fighting a skelly-"
"Nonono, what's happened to your wings!"
Jimmy pointed to the red ivory wings draped along her back, feathers puffed and unkempt.
Lizzie glanced at them and looked back at them, just as confused as before, if not more.
"Nothing?"
Scar stepped forward, his free hand holding up one of the unruly wings with a small hiss.
"Yeesh, not even Skizz let's them get this bad!"
Jimmy huffed in annoyance at the careless grab, looking back to Lizzie with gentle concern.
"Have you not been preening them?"
She hummed, fluttering her wing out of Scar's grip.
"No, but does it matter? We can't use them anyways."
Scar clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. You have to keep up maintenance, it's not a good look for the theme park!"
As he yapped about good looks and nearly jumped to Star Wars, Jimmy quickly whistled, a good distance away now.
He'd sat down in the grass on the mountain top, patting the space infront of him.
"C'mere, I'll do it for you!"
Lizzie was given the opportunity to hesitate for about one millisecond before Scar ever-so-gently shoved her along the way.
"Yay! Bamboozlers bonding!"
And so, that's how she ended up here, sitting next to Scar with Jimmy behind her.
Despite what anyone might say, she found Scar's voice soothing, a white noise if you will. So she had no trouble drifting into her thoughts as Jimmy worked.
She never did learn how to preen, despite the purple nightmares that once grew from her back.
Paul tried to teach her, but she refused.
Maybe it was out of principal, maybe it was because she hated them all together, even without thinking about who they represented.
Whatever the reason, she didn't care about them back then. Honestly, she didn't care about them now.
Oh well, never too late to learn.
And Jimmy was already happy to be her teacher, who was she to say no?