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"What sumptuous sight this is to the moaning Instinct."

They were both deep into the stream naked. He was quite skeptical that there could be an adder there.

He was keeping himself calm because of the fairy that was there with him. The fairy was yet to change her form.

They both seemed to be enjoying the company of each other. But he was more than filled with the terror of the experience he was fighting.

He was trying not put up with the thoughts. He was trying not to make it be what he was. He needed a few times and moments with himself to right the wrong.

He wasn't so sure if the fairy was aware. He was never going to include her in the whole thing. She did deserve to know what was best than that.

He would stalk her with facts which would make her instinct puke. He was keeping the assorted thoughts far from his own reach.