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"Maybe... maybe we can make it," she said. "Maybe this... won't be so bad, if we can just... work together. Work with the forest. Like we always have... right?" The red lights disappeared. Raven was still. The core was gone. And then, after a moment's pause... Raven's normal lighting returned...

"You will, huh..." Raven sighed weakly. Her core was falling apart, but she nodded. "That... that sounds like it might be okay. Maybe it'll turn out alright. If I just..." She trailed off. "Mellow... I... I'm tired." Her feathers compressed and her eyes closed. "I think I'm going to sleep for a...

Raven was shaking again. Her core was starting to unravel, and at first, she looked fearful, holding her chest. But when Raven said that it was hatching... she gasped, then held her core a little firmer, as well as she could. She nodded. "That... that must be it," she said. The red lights were...

Raven gasped and tired to fly away, but instead toppled over the ground next to Mellow and groaned. "What... are you doing?! I'm--I'm not with you! I'll nevert be with you, I'm with the village, I'm--I was about to be accepted! Why can't you get that? I'm... I need this home. You're... going to...

"Stop, stop, STOP!" Raven clutched at her head, a few loose feathers falling to the ground, melting when they reached the grass. "I'm... you're... you're just trying to get in my place! I-if you can't go, then..." The crowd was staring at Raven, looming over her. She looked so small. "No...

"That's just... the cover, isn't it?" Raven asked. "You just wanted to find a place where you'd be accepted. Well... guess what, Mellow... there just isn't. There... isn't." But some in the crowd seemed attentive, watching what Mellow was doing. "Just go away, Mellow. This is your last...

"Don't bother... Mellow." Raven's words were cold, but there was a hint of conflict in her voice. Her black feathers, ectoplasmic as they were, seemed to fluff up when the villagers all glared at her, then back at the Florizard in question. "...You're... a bad omen, Mellow. You're... too...

It was like waking up in the middle of a nightmare. There Mellow stood in some town that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar. A crowd of shadowy beings that she recognized as village folk were leering at her in disgust or fear, and sometimes both. "Look at her," said one. "Look at what she's...