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Arion wasn't sure this was the best idea, but he acquiesced. Before they left, with their combined powers they shrank the map Doran had shown Arion down to about three by two inches, as small as they could get it. Arion rolled and folded it up and gave it to Frita to hold as he took her up into his arms and flew out the window. They headed east, towards the port, stopping to rest every few hours - Frita weighed but little, but carrying her constantly took a toll on Arion. She wished she could be flying, and tried not to think about the vague notion that maybe, just maybe, someday she would lose her wings and her fairy status entirely - though she no longer could recall why this seemed like it was a possibility. After three days of not using her wings a smidge, they carefully slid the covering off of Frita's wing, and she beat them both experimentally, lifting off the ground. All seemed well for the first several seconds, and she laughed in glee as she felt confident to perform an aerial somersault.
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