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"I mean, you can ask her yourself if you'd like."
"No."
"I can conjure a bunch of things, but not too many in a short span of time."
"Well.. I told her when I felt the time was right."
"Why? Just why?"
"It's just conjuring. There's one of many."
"I don't recall her asking."
"No, stop it."
"They go as they please," he replied. "I don't have much control over that."
He frowned, looking confused. "No..? I fell in love with her myself."
"Definitely not."
It stopped, and she would feel it lift off her head with loud wings, but suddenly there was silence, and it disappeared.
"You can't force people to love you, Bee. It takes a little time."
She shrugged. "No idea."
Sam chuckled, and she would soon feel it's beak trying to undo a braid in her hair.
"There's nothing you can do. It's best to just let it be, sometimes."
"It's alright. We can find one today."
It leaned towards her as well, before flapping its wings and jumping to rest on the top of her head.
"Then.. That's a shame, I suppose."
She blinked. "Oh, right."
