Sabine Fey

I was upset that day.
I admit it.
I was confused by my own agitation.
There were two very good things that had happened recently after all.
"There is a plague of weight on me," I tell Sabine, as we walk in the woods.
She glances at my shoulders and says, "You have no wings, you are Earth bound."
I nodded and said, "I feel wingless."
"Where is your acorn cap?" she queries.
"I have stopped wearing it," I replied.
She nodded slightly, and cast her eyes to the right, thinking.
Our walking had slowed and finally came to a full stop as she turned and looked at me in the eyes. A jay called overhead warning us that the hawk was nearby.
"Where are your friends that come to touch your wingless shoulders? Let them find their way back to you. And remember who you are,
and wear your acorn cap."
Sabine is made in the typical Baggaraggs fashion.
She has red wool hair that is sewn on. the nose is sewn in. She has a snippet of gold silk for wings and another pair made of vellum.
Her corded arms are threaded through small drapery circles.
she is 7 inches tall.
Sabine is for someone who requires a reminder to wear their acorn cap.

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