They became more and more real with the aid of her wings.
More and more.
She gave them praise and thought it was cute that their wings would always flare up to display the colors she had spent a long time honing.
The crowns she gave them kept growing, demanding more praise, and they would always ask for more.
Because of her praise for even the tiniest accomplishments, they continued to push themselves and did not think it was appropriate to take things slowly.
The more praise they received, the more their bodies grew.
More.
What they wanted, she gave it to them.
More.
Everything they asked, she listened to.
MORE.
As you can see, she was not lonely.
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