The harpy shyly stepped from talon to talon. "Uh...If you don't mind telling me, do you know why your freckles glow? Is it a bioluminescence gene, a change in your chemistry, maybe a-" She stutters off from her wild train of thoughts, looking nervous. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude..."
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She smiles at the first question, a little embarrassed. "Oh, uh, when I was around four or five I found some bubble wrap in the attic, and had the time of my little life with it. My mother and father had been taking a nap when all of a sudden they start hearing odd noises from the attic. My mother rushed up the stairs screaming to find me covered in bubble wrap, supposedly making a dress out of the stuff. My father who had trailed behind, smiled, and tousled my hair, and gave me the said nickname."
But as she addresses the second question, her smile falters. "My house caught on fire one winter's day, when I was little.." Her eyes go misty, lost in the past. "We were all okay, except for my father, who had taken some severe burns trying to get me out of the playroom. I-i..can still remember the way the flames lapped the walls, and due to the smoke, I felt like my lungs were on fire as well. My father burst through the door, and threw me out into the snow, where my mother would be able to take care of me. He couldn't fit through such a small window himself though, and we-we had to wait for h-help." Tears start to brim in her eyes and she wipes them away frantically. "I never felt...so helpless..." She rubs her wings, looking up again, and says quickly, "But we were all okay, so I guess my fear is sort of stupid..."