I crouch beside him, flashing a smile. "Told you not to play that way." I grinned playfully. Zoey trots out and shifts human in the process, a gash across Her cheek from me throwing her in the wall. I look up at her, "Ouch...Sorry." She shrugs, "S'Fine. Just a gash."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand and walk over to Zoey, looking at her cheek. "Oh no...I'm so sorry..." I said, trying to figure out how to clean it. She shrugs, "Again, just a gash." I nod, "Yeah but Zo, It's deep." I said. "I'm adding some heat. Don't scream okay?" I ask, radiating heat from my hand onto her cheek. She lets out a whimper and I hush her, "It's alright. It'll be better."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
