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Hmm, she can't lift things that big. Maybe he'll help. Or maybe she should make lighter things.

She flies back to the nearest village, helps herself to a pickaxe and a chisel, and she goes back to the rock and carves up some pebbles and one flatter, triangle-shaped part out of the rock he carved from the quarry for her. She carries them all to where the bonfire goes and arranges them in a circle.

It's going to be a crown.
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Sue, meanwhile, waits for the big piece to stop glowing with heat and then hauls it awkwardly out of the lake and sets it up so that it points from the direction of her territory toward the direction of the magic rock. Flat on the ground, to be more readable from the air.

Then he finds Bella.
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She scratches out kiln and writes fire?

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He opens his beak and breathes a little flame.

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She laughs as her crown-in-the-making catches and then she draws an old analog clock and a question mark.

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Sue shakes his head, claws a line in the dirt with a blobby circle at the end—a thermometer—slashes a line across it very close to the top, then points at her crown-to-be and draws a sun bursting with rays.

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She nods, and waits.

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Sue drops a little more fuel on the fire that's cooking her crown. The small size means it's glowing in only a few minutes.

When it reaches a bright yellow-white colour similar to the way the arrow looked when it was done, he nods several times.
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She's not sure if her avatar can handle this sort of thing safely. She reaches out with a clawed foot; if she can't walk for a while, at least she'll still be able to fly.

It doesn't hurt her. She picks it up by one of the pebbles and flies to the lake to drop the crown in.
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Sue helpfully dives after it for her.

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She waits on the shore. When he offers her her cooled crown, she sets it on her head and peers at her avatar's reflection in the lake and laughs.

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He laughs, too, and then he hugs her with his flamelike wings.

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She hugs back, then flies back towards a village of butterflies to see how the chrysalises are doing. She rigged up a cover to put over them made of paper, that keeps the rain off - as long as it's replaced after each shower - but still allows sun and air.

(The butterflies now bow to her as she passes. She laughs and hugs the first one that does this.)
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Sue wanders off in another direction entirely.

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