All three sticks were broken by the time Rock finished. She tried spitting out the sticks in her mouth with little success, so she use took her good arm and pulled them out. Her eyes were opened, but she never made an attempt to look at her bad arm. 'No flying?' she thought, her heart sinking. Alexia spread the wing slowly, just in case it was hurt. "When will I be able to fly again?" she said, sullen. That's about all she cared about at this point: flying.
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