Fiesty takes the stage. She seems to be mumbling something
as she walks forward, staff in hand, and looks out at the crowd. As she walks
she feels something beneath her bare feet. Looking down, she spies an ordinary
pebble on the ground.
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Fiesty Picks Up the Pebble |
Inspiration strikes her. She bends down to pick the
pebble up and shows it to the crowd. She concentrates on the pebble, noting its
smooth shape and earth color. As she looks at the pebble, her staff begins to
gently glow with a green light.
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Fiesty Waves the Pebble |
Fiesty waves the pebble to and fro, as if summoning
something. All is still for a moment, then a lone butterfly flies to her,
circling her head. Another comes, and another. Soon Fiesty is standing in the
midst of a lovely storm of butterflies. She smiles and looks at the astonished
crowd.
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A Lovely Storm of Butterflies |
There is a young girl at the front of the crowd. Fiesty waves her
forward. The girl walks timidly forward.
Fiesty gives her the pebble. The butterflies now hover over the delighted girl.
She stands, dazed at the confusion of butterflies. After a while the girl
attempts to give the pebble back but Fiesty gestures for her to keep it.
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Fiesty Gives the Pebble to the Girl |
The girl walks off and Fiesty almost forgets to check the
hat for donations. She looks down and sees a nice amount nestled in the hat.
She takes the coins and curtsies to the crowd.
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Butterflies Follow the Delighted Girl |
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