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If you're interested in reading Makoto's full story (still ongoing), it's over on Wattpad at the link provided above. I'd appreciate it if you all gave it a read. 😊
@TrailblazedStar "Uneasy?" Makoto asked quietly, giving her a curious but also quietly worried look between bits of note-taking. "How so?" The neckline of her dress flashed green in empathy as she spoke. If there was anything she could do to help, she would do it in a heartbeat.
For the time—
It was then that she spotted an empty chair near her suite-mates, the Winx. She caught Bloom's eye for just a moment as she sat down, having to will her magic not to make things more awkward than they already had been.
{Starter for @TrailblazedStar}
It was a normal day at Alfea, well... as 'normal' as a day at a school for fairies could be, at least. Makoto had spent most of her time trying to keep a low profile, but her wings refused to stop doing what they do best, even momentarily.—
—class of the day, hoping that no one would notice that she was uncharacteristically tardy, even if only just.
"Sorry," she murmured, the neckline of her dress flashing pink (vulnerability) as she scanned the room for an open seat.—
{Starter for @musicmindfairy}
Makoto lingered outside the music room, clutching a folded sheet of paper like it was made of glass. Her wings were a soft swirl of hopeful blue and nervous pink.
“Um… excuse me?” she said, peeking inside. “Are you… Musa?”
She unfolded the paper, revealing carefully handwritten lyrics; the title at the top of the page read 'My Multicolor Wings'.
“I—I wrote something. A song, I think. But it doesn’t have a melody yet. And I was hoping… maybe… you could help me find one?”