"Well, that's done..."
With a sigh of relief, Flare wiped a non-existent sweat off her brow as she crossed her arms under her chest. It had been embarrassing being forced to submit to her Master's care while she had been completely delirious with her lack of energy, but she supposed it was a necessary step in making her Master learn how things worked in her own mindscape.
"The things I do for you..."
With a snap of her fingers, Flare found herself back in her usual spot in the middle of the forge. Taking a seat, she snapped her fingers once more; her usual teacup appearing in her hands as she observed the new changes in herself.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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