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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.It was rather obvious that he was gazing at him. He rested his head against his arms, perfectly content with where he was and who he was with. Why wouldn’t he be? The other fairy was nice to look at.
Oliver hummed softly to himself, the sound clearly audible. He took off his lace gloves for a few moments, tapping his fingers on the stone while cleaning the golden – yellow pollen from the inside. The pollen wouldn’t have any effects if it was in the water.
Markus would normally be content looking at Oliver too -even though he couldn’t see a lot anyways- but he didn’t want to have his back turned to the main stream of the water. It may not be a big or strong stream, but he couldn’t exactly swim.
So he was content sitting in the water, knees pulled close to his chest and resting his head atop.