They ceremoniously wrapped her in gold silks, before they sent her out to feed.
The vet’s face was grim, during the initial exam. He said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to reattach the thin, membranous wing to the body, but he did promise to try.
The faerie-traps grew where they liked, needing no care or encouragement, and kept themselves well-fed.
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