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And there it was: those magical words. It was her cue to find a new resting place. Limbs all aloose she shifted into her winged form and the fire flowed free once more. Loose limbs dragged in front of her uselessly but it was the sturdy wings she was after, but having a stinger didn't hurt. She aimed the latter at her kimeti prey and spoke her mind."Your children." Sting. "Your brood" Sting. "Will" Sting. "Be hale." Sting. "And healthy." Sting. "With a dash of common sense" And for her finale, she let this sting linger a touch longer on his hide before flying off, satisfaction and happiness surrounding her like a gentle cloud. It was a good day to be a wasp. She flew through a bloom of jasmines, her little useless legs skimming the top of the cool water.
