Marvins beloved daughter, Vee, is a little older now and is a child that's apprenticing for her magic and her ability to heal using magic is becoming all the more impressive. Thanks to her dad's influence, greed, or ego, has never touched her, and compassion has become the solid core of who she is. Many still seek the youngster's aid, and as she gets older, she's getting more dragon-like in appearance, though retaining her human form, and she lives a happy life with her dad, and everyone else, watching over her.
@internutter/challenge-03013-h090-something-popped-up -- Anon Guest
Vee was six, and going to school. There was a very interesting half hour in those school days where anyone magical attempted to hone her abilities to the point where they were actually under control. The wings could slow any fall, especially from a great height. Skinned knees were now only a thing from skipping, then tripping, along Lower Petraine's roads and pathways.
But for every school, even under the influence of Wraithvine, there were bullies. One of them "creatively borrowed" their parent's holy symbol and managed to cast Insect Plague. It was all derogatory laughter until Vee activated her poison breath, slaughtering the vermin.
Parents and guardians were summoned. A reckoning was bound to be had. Both Vee and the ringleader of the bullies - Sakarin Bane - were sulking in opposite time-out chairs. Glaring molten death at each other.
It's always a different atmosphere when the Mayor turns up for parental intervention, so Steelfoot attended. It defeated any accusations of anyone throwing any weight around.
"Miss Sakarin," chided the town cleric, Aspartyk. "What have I told you about using prayer to harm others?"
"Bad guys only," sulked Sakarin. "But she's gotta be a bad guy. Lookit 'er. Devil wings."
"And what have I said about judging only by appearances?"
Incoherent mumbling.
Vee had hunched almost into a ball. Her draconic wings were too small to shelter her, but that didn't stop the effort. "They were mean bugs, I had to. An' I tried to make it so nobody else got hurt."
Steelfoot laid a hand on her shoulder. "We're going to try and sort it out like rational people," she soothed. "Miss Bane, this has been going on too long between your daughter and mine. It's clearly escalating."
"I know. This is counter to my teachings. I've tried to get to the core of it, but... all my efforts have been in vain."
Vee spoke up from her huddle. "I tried to stay 'way like you said but she follows me."
"Sakarin," said two parents and a teacher in ominous tones.
The little girl grew red in her face. "She's ugly and she's weird and everyone thinks she's so special. She deserves it."
"Jealousy," diagnosed the teacher. "Sakarin Bane, there are some things that can't be stopped. You can't make an Orc un-grow their tusks. You can't make Ms Steelfoot not have those strange feet of hers... and you can't change the way people are born."
"It's not fair, I wanna be special," grouched Sakarin. "Howcome nobody comes to me with treasure? She doesn't need it, her da's the Mayor."
Vee snapped, "I wish I could kiss you better."
"I DON'T WANT YOUR STINKY DRAGON GERMS!"
"Perhaps it would be better if the girls came in on alternate days?" risked the teacher. "This is not going to be easily resolved."
After that, it was a matter of choosing who went on what days, and how to make sure no trouble began on the days off.
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